Ode to Flat Earthers

A media poem

Let's sing an Ode to the 
     misunderstood Flat Earthers,
correct conclusions from 
     curved observations —
for in our digital world, 
     the earth is indeed flat.

On leveled glass, 
     the radius of the disc is a finger.
The pyramids 
     are a swipe away from your
mother who 
     is a swipe away from a
poem 
     which is a swipe away from
endless entertainment.

We all know we live 
     in the flatlands anyway,
every image lacks depth,
and each sound 
     no longer surrounds.

Plato's cave was a false light —
we now see the light 
     which radiates in our hands.

Shadow images from the flats 
     modify our mood,
     alter our awareness,
     control our consciousness.

So let's raise a glass to 
     those brave Flat Earthers,
who've accepted the 
     gnostic limitations of 
     our material plane,
and embraced the 
     Pleroma of the flats.

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Discussion

For the record, I’ve circumnavigated the globe in a submarine.