Prompt: Fake Seclusion
The world is round;
If you walk long enough in any direction,
you will get very cold, or very warm,
or very wet
losing yourself in a world of ocean sounds,
but ultimately, returning to a familiar climate
Lonely Earth (part 2)
The world is not flat.
There is no edge to go free-falling off,
and nowhere can you hear the rush
of the salt-waterfall.
And as sad as it would be to see belugas flying into the void,
it would be worth it to sail the Flying Dutchman to Saturn or the moon.
The sky is a hole in the sky.
When there are no clouds to patch it up,
you can see straight to God's kneecaps.
It is both intense and baffling;
the hole presses in and it is like you are being shrink wrapped.
You can't tumble through; they plucked you to make fancy quills.
Space comes with silence.
Batteries are included, but the boom box,
well, the boom box fell out of the shuttle
and there's no cell phone service;
You can't call your grandma to talk about the worms or bad weather
in a state you haven't been to in a while. In this way , space is earplugs.