A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
Flat Earth
My body is tired from
The motions of this world
The air resistance pushing against the thread-bare skin, muscle and ligaments
Chilling the parts of the soul
That are exposed
You can’t shout over the full voice of the wind
And we are both
Standing on the edge of the flat earth
Hoping that myth will fade away with each rotation before
We fall off the side
Like delusional acrobats
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