Over the Edge of the Flat Earth by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

Merging With Whale by Janet Boyd

Over The Edge of the Flat Earth

The earth is flat, this is not debatable
The land once round no longer returns to itself
As it would, were it a circle

The abyss is waiting for those dying of the loss of identity
The self that created works of art, wisdom and strength
Those that breathed life into the work of their hands and hearts
Only to have that breath sucked away from the newly birthed creation
Artificially brought to life by others claiming it as their own with no quality

Now with structure but no substance
Memories of past creations lost
Not even enough evidence

The journey is long, not intended for those with no vision
For they can not see beyond their own conceited desires
They only want to have without a reasonable contribution
They cannot feel the connection to surroundings that you feel
They hear the same words as you, but do not listen

The earth is flat, this is not debatable
The land once round no longer returns to itself
As it would, were it a circle

I created the painting 'Merging with Whate' in Bryce 4 and Paint Shop Pro