Monoughtonnet

And if there’s no border, no other side,
No transparent dome dividing the night,
Why is it you’d be so dissatisfied?
Why would you prefer this world as a lie,
Given fantasy oversimplifies
And your most rococo world-building slides
Down the same showy amusement park rides
Into the same monsters’ jaws every time?
Reality isn’t unrecognized,
Just something awkward you’d rather deny
Is all. You pretend unidentified
Holes pock it, leading to its underside
Underworld or to magical outsides
Where everything makes sense, you don’t know why.