Inner Ear

break

Inner Ear

I awake to find the half-lit room turning
With a hurrying movement, clockwise.
Everything is still, and yet rushing
Around me as I try to stand, fumbling,
Groping for the bedpost. Do my eyes
Believe the whirling world? My knees
Correct in vain. Everything is tumbling
By me, spinning without moving, silently
Processing as I stumble and try to rise.

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