A Narrator Of Spaces In Between' Poem by alan brown

It became very clear to me
that the world could not be round
As I traveled in the straightest line
and a bend I never found

I sailed across to Africa
on top of the bluest sea
But a rounded world could not exist
As a one I could not see.

I took an airplane to india
and then to Pakistan
But still I travelled in the straightest line
and no roundness was ever found

So I thought about the spaces
that must be in between
And realized this was the world
That I had never seen.

It was the spaces that hid the circumference
and took the bend away.
And now I'll know the world is round
until my dying day


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