That Last Step’s A Killer

It seems I've plumbed a

true crevasse. 

Always one for caves, 

never avoiding the

iris below, seeing myself

growing 

             down 

                      by

                           degrees. 

By degrees the perspective veers,

climbing the zodiac, turning

Gemini to Cancer. 

So this latest striving fails. 

Having reached the

measured depth

I scramble unwilling

over

       the sudden

                         nether

       lip.