Reminds me of Big Well Kansas, the greatest (only?) tourist trap in that state. It was 32 feet in diameter, and had a winding staircase going down. I think it was wood at the time. We went part way, but got spooked and came up.
a lovely poem, which captures in essence a poet's nightmare. Am glad the river of poetry continues to flow through.
I'll send you a joke you and I and Kelly can all try to write a limerick for. stand by your IN line