Otoliths

In otoliths we have sensed
We have lost our balance
Hearing worlds slip away.

Our gravity goes upward.
A gravity is falling funny,
A Newton apple going up.

We smell a fall in gravity
In the first rain of worms
On a new earth of plants.

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