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.