8am. Poem 6.

If Earth was Flat

If Earth was flat
I could peek over the edge
like Lucy the Cat
looking for a gecko
or other crawly thing to pounce.
I could finally confirm that
Dark Matter lays in sheets
one on top of the other
of their own gravitational design
castles after castles after castles,
many with spiraling disks on top
one of blue and green, wet and dry
covered in crawly things
very pounc-on-able crawly things

assuming Earth was flat,
and I was the size of The Moon.
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