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 save from falls in unknown darkness
same as how we look down on balcony
from where darkness begins in crickets
and consumes trees and our buildings
and obliterates shapes and symmetry.
we turn to the other side of our infinity
and lose our otoliths in our stark bones.