The earth is flat.
How do I know, you ask? I presume it to be true, and seriously?
Flat fits nicely into my linear world.
Impulse to impulse.
Speculation to speculation.
Presumption to presumption.
You see, my flat world is tiny and one-dimensional.
I have to compartmentalize.
I have to assume,
My world, as I said, is tiny.
It hasn’t space for open-ended thought or possibility.
I prefer to keep on the straight and narrow, and focus…
Even if I am focusing on the wrong target.
After all, I wouldn’t want to focus on myself, now would I?