The spelunker died just meters below
A surface that crawled with loved ones and news
Media, never quite aware of how
Close he'd really been to cool air and a
Graceful blue sky before anoxia
Took hold,generously providing the
Visions that led him deeper by hand to
His eventual demise.
Exploring
The darkest places is never without
Risk,chasing shadows like tornados is
The edgy stuff obsessive thrill seekers
Are made of. He left family above
As deep in grief as he was beneath tons
Of rock, and just as inextricable.
Held firm by stone that claimed him for its own,
In lightless rooms too small for eulogies,
Or tears and rites that were foreign to him
In the dark, he sought purpose - fought for it,
In this, his final stand to claim his space,
In this, his all-consuming resting place.
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