When The World Was Flat

Life was easier when the world was flat;
but there was a question about Boer’s cat.
Mustn’t piss off the gods by nonstop asking—
but humans were made for multi-tasking.

Was the creature alive or was he dead?
He’s both dead and alive the smart men said.
Open the box and we’ll know the answer—
but that will change the question, sure censure.

As a man will do he searched for the edge,
coming closer and closer to the ledge.
Can't  recognize danger when we see it,  
when come the ends of the earth, use our wit.

Universe expanse from point of a pin—
Why can’t the sage explain original sin?
Let’s time travel far away to the past;
won’t get back here, but t’ will be such a blast.

Relish a return to the good old days  
to see if we can but undo the maze?
Fast forward to the end of time beknown
to see how much history we have blown.

Ego by its nature demands control;
innocent pink heart be soon black as coal.
Seduced by a curvaceous universe, 
for our arrogance who will reimburse?

When we draw ever close, remain too blithe,
time warps may catch us in our pride of life.
On the event horizon we’ll make no mark,
sucked through a black hole the size of a quark.