if the world stopped on its axis,

right here,

right now,

so suddenly we had no time to taste of disaster,

would we keep moving?

if the earth had flattened

like a sheet of stone-pressed parchment,

would the sky,

would the blue,

would the horizon go forever?

is there a god? you ask me.

do we exist? you ponder.

my answer, dear, is only this –

why?