Edge

EDGE Fredonia Kansas 1969 It has been three months now And our world Did not end. As foretold in some smoking tea leaves seeped from an ancient Peruvian calander that crops up now and then. Wasn't it all from the offering of Virgin's sacrafice to the--the Gods? And of some other alien Peruvian native blood, all of them transgendered from a super race of Gloimitas who lived on their doomed planet over a million light years from our own light and time of today. Not round, No No No not round, but flat really flat just like our own was some time ago we forgot about. And then one day they thought their world was ending when they just fell off the edge. © Ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet