Living Within A Created Ball? Poem by Chuy Amante

Would it be possible
to live within a perfect ball
that was not CREATED?

So what makes living on
a perfect ball so much
less miraculous?

why is there a horizon line
out front, from 'outer ' space?

why is it impossible to make a scale
map of the sun and earth?

how does a spinning wet tennis ball
not succumb to centrifugal force?

My poetic mind looks at science and doubts,
my right mind says the left is stoned
and vice a versa
who's right?
who's left?