The feet remember where they were standing when the earth began to shake again. The earth cracks, opening a crevasse where the feet once stood. Hands catch the edge, a valiant effort. Fingers and toes grasp and struggle with fortitude. Hands clutch the dirt edge as it crumbles between the fingers. An easy and impossibly deep fall lies below.
Hands and body strain to climb out of the widening hole below. Ground is gained. The fall down and back would be so sweet, as it is every time; so sweet to be exactly as before. The ground melts away as you fall into the abyss below. The ground or the hands may have caved first; how one gets there ceases to matter once in the abyss.