Philosophical precursors

you ever hear something
and you’re just. pinned
back in an amusement park
ride, unable to move your head
from where you’re plastered
to the seat, and an anvil
is anchoring your spine
to the depths of the earth,
regardless of how high
you think you are, now
you’re eight seconds
from sliding ragdoll style
into the magma you didn’t
know was there until
those words opened up
the crust of the earth