When We Left Yesterday

We fell off the map's edge
when we left yesterday.
Reestablished home on our vessel.
Called it round, but people still find the sea
infinitely deep. Become the world that keeps
making copies of copies of copies like the City,
the world inside a world inside a world. There exist
infinitely more compact versions of the world in this world.
In this world, the new-old country will be
a strange world over worlds inside worlds.
Confusion will be chaos that the kids get.
For a tidal wave is an absurd enemy.
A Book of Truths, The Divine Comedy.
If a faulty exit is a looping Hell,
the instance before the fall
must be Creation itself.