The world is indeed flat.

When we fell
    
             from the star

into the box,

shades of amber colored the walls.


People were like sheep,

following the flock.

In their stupid

uniforms

until they crashed

                face first into the side


      dazed   disoriented   dizzy.


We followed them and

         the box

became smaller.

We started walking

    like them,

talking

    like them.

And our prattle

     echoed
                 and
                     hopped,

bleating

from corner to corner.