Reasons ago,
Before “cheese moons” had yet to ripen cheesy,
The sun still bore a grin
Riding clouds with blue linings
Over a flat world in the eternal now

People used to be crayon thin
They had heads like O
And stood naked with legs like /\
Back when sex was just a misspelling
That took two hands to count

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Once upon a time,
Our words became fruitful and multiplied
And gave birth to “genitalia” on a Sunday /’\

By Monday, we already knew the ubiquity of balls -
Telescopes and microscopes
Prove the spins, wobbles, revolutions and spirals...

So, when the Earth was rolled
Into a hard to draw O,
We found it just alright

In surviving the restless onslaught of knowledge
We have lost many good metaphors

With a O, sphere or pale blue dot, we can communicate ancient truths -
But only new lines of code prefer “oblate spheroid”

Some roving dreams only find us
When we sleep and momentarily forget what we know