we shall place our hands on to a railing
and slide peacefully into a nether world,
balance to be kept by the otoliths of ear
all we invertebrates own in our cavities.

as we pillow-slide to the other side wall
in the labyrinth are our sounds echoing
as in the human history’s darkest caves
and tiny otolith stones are kept in them
to preserve falling in unknown darkness

same as how we look down on balcony
from where darkness begins in crickets
and consumes gardens and our houses
and obliterates shapes and symmetries.
we turn to the other side of our infinity
and lose our otoliths in our stark bones.