I am a lost traveler
on their expedition (of this I am sure)

sailing atop a flat ocean atop
a turtle's back (of this they are sure)

but
I know the world is a sphere
afloat in a sea of nothing

maybe
or maybe not

atop a turtle's back (of this I'm not sure)

Silent I drift
my tongue impaled by
reason and fear and defeat
wishing
to fall off the flat earth (that I very well know is round)