The Flat Earth Has An Accident 
By Nate Maxson

My theory about the edge of the world (such as it is) is that the animals living in the nuclear
disaster heartland of Chernobyl have thrived despite the radiation, because the lack of
humans positively outweighs the generational side effects of the meltdown

Ok,

Are you following me?

This is all conjecture, of course

All those endangered species returning without us, despite us: It’s just speculative science

But the thing about speculation is that in the twenty-first century, it has thoroughly replaced
concrete facts

With all the information available to us at all times, nothing is fully true

I wouldn’t have it any other way

Because if nothing’s true then, to quote William Burroughs: Everything is permitted

The edge still exists, it’s just grown farther away

There has always been a wall before us

I want this knowledge

I want to stalk the lynxes of Chernobyl until I am blind to everything but the forest and the
collective psalm against its virginal white tatters

Overload me until I become a medicine-man, oh hymn and voice through lightning rods and
reactor cores: pull the switch

There is a drop where the border becomes apparent

I will grasp at this, small thread/potential for the looming source of a late in the day
shadow/enraptured possibility/grasp unto blindness

Eyes white like the snowstorm

The edge of the accident like a floating horizon

Promises my devanishing