If I Can keep A Tear In

If I can keep a tear in, the moment can stay hidden.
 As I slide across the wet floor, never before ridden.

In shoes I never should have worn,

 So carelessly walking,
Swearing I can walk and chew gum while talking.

Stabilizing gestures keep me from figure skater grace,
The moment I hope my old-age mind can erase.

The approaching wall, no surprise—

Another reminder of just how flat it is, in all directions,
Giving flat a 3D correction.

It doesn’t need to be a drop or jagged edge,

Flat can knock your world around
Until it’s round.

Never a tether or a brake—
It all just goes, until

The world will never be so round
It feels profound.

But really, common place

A million seconds of slow motion,
 Imagining the commotion.

The shoes fit

I try to brace as I continue in my skate-
Could it knock me back to eight?

That would be a spectacle

The last time I remember greeting a morning,
Days, easy or hard, never specifically come with a warning.

How could the world be believed to be so round,

With the majority never being witness to it.
We just all have faith, believe and admit

To keep us From having to do everything ourselves

And now…
Flat is only visible.
How?