The Good Flat Earth

The good flat Earth cuts its corners obtuse

To buffer the edge 'gainst the obtuse who lose

Their balance when the road drops them away

T'ward the shards that fray from life's paths astray

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Rash geometry: parallels diverge

From True North's mandates that tilt with the urge

To veer from directions, holy, given

At the time of birth's wholly transition

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The soul's template, intuitively laid

For us, 'fore us, 'fore it waxes in jade

Street smarts, roadside, call the steps that we go

Skirting roads less taken from those we know

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The good round Earth knows no such sharp corners

Falling off likely to put us warmer

To new ways to navigate the choices

Gentler, 'gainst curves, than self-serving voices