look over the shoulder into a wishing well

My body now distinguishes between the materials encroaching upon it. I know the soles of my shoes are touching the dirt surface, four inches below the concrete slab. As I do this the lower part of my back begins to touch the surface. At this point I gently rest my head back toward the wall.

My feet are now in the pavement, not quite up to the beginning of my ankles. I can feel my shoulders dragging downwards, as they sink deeper into the wall. At the same time, my shoulder blades have gone at least one inch back, as my feet are further engulfed by the concrete.

I can feel the pavement begin to surround the soles of my shoes. It’s not as if this material begins to soften or relax, but the first sensation is similar to that. The heels of my shoes will be pressed against the concrete and planted firmly on the sidewalk. My shoulder blades will be pressing against a building, a thick wall. I’ll stand there as often as I can It’s not far away. I know the location to be in this city, nearby. I wish these pennies could act as sparks, to charge the eventuality of this. I want this well to act in favor of this. Soundtrack: 'I want to be able to sink downward. Conveyor belt, submerged pan, with water, pennies, soundtrack, tape player, external speakers.

Look over the shoulder into a wishing well