Earth is flat

I want sit on that edge of the earth
With the world behind my back
My feet dangling in air
The entire cosmos
Visible like open book

There
I want to tell you
that the world behind my back doesn’t matter to me as much as you do

I know you wont miss the chance
To remind me
With a teasing smile
that the earth is spherical
and spheres don’t have edges and corners
But my dear
The white grey matter,
filled in my skull,
is spherical too
yet I have left a corner reserved for you

Jan 14, 2007