Not used to eternity

Mere drum beats, from holes of dark caves,
An old man becoming stone deaf in an ear
That hangs its boots, or mind turns upwards?
Or standing on tenth floor balcony on level
With the swirling eagle you look down below
And become dazed by a dizzying eternity
As blood flows up against endless gravity?
A touch of vertigo , as J.L.Borges would say
When not used to a breath-taking eternity.

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