the world is flat
but round, a blue pizza
or green naan
if I fall
or you fall
from the edge,
as this planet has fallen
from full globe
to a communion wafer
would we meet
dragons? Or giants?
Or sleeping murder hornets,
all of them hungry?
how is this less ridiculous
than what’s real, this bright dot
suspended within nothing,
stable only through thin gravity
so lonely,
so easily broken
no wonder we imagined gods
to love it
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Just bloody perfect. You are brilliant. Can’t believe you just whipped this up, in a few minutes it seems! Mad talent!
Aw, shucks! It didn’t go as planned. It wanted to be more than me playing around, dammit. Thanks much.
Indeed, existence itself is frightfully hard to comprehend.
To hell with “why this? or why that?” the real question is “why anything at all?”
Lol yep.