In order to settle
The Dispute once
And for all:
Outside, the World
Is Flat,
except for a few bare-
Armed disheveled Trees spiking
The Playground and a few
Guys and Dolls floating by, they
Hardly matter,
Evanescent as they are, then
There's Me of
Course, but I'm inside
The Café,
Forlorn needless to
Say: all this seems to
Have gone on for
Ever.

Written in January 2000, slightly reworked in June 2016