Poetry About Flat Earth

The horizon looks straight because the world is vast. A ship lowers slowly beyond the line of sight. Maps flatten what no sheet can hold unchanged. Questions are doors, but evidence chooses the road. Night turns while constellations alter with latitude. The round earth carries every argument without falling.

A ship lowers slowly beyond the line of sight. Wonder grows stronger when it agrees to be tested. Questions are doors, but evidence chooses the road. Even flat Earth keeps more than one meaning in view. The edge retreats whenever knowledge moves closer.

The horizon looks straight because the world is vast. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Maps flatten what no sheet can hold unchanged. Night turns while constellations alter with latitude. The edge retreats whenever knowledge moves closer. The round earth carries every argument without falling.