Now I am leaning into a fragrant night
From an advanced balcony of flowers
Falling to the earth head down, feet up.
I see my otoliths are free and moving
And when head moves from bed wall
To empty space coming from balcony
I tend to lose forgetfulness and gravity
Inside a vestibular ear, free as they are.
Like calcium deposits in ancient caves,
Stalactites fall to solidify drop by drop.
Their myths shall be poetry of old age.
And then otoliths come off in free fall
And get lost in vastness of a labyrynth
And a calcium returns to original cave.