Dramatic Monologue

Yeah, these are a lot harder to do than I thought:

CANON

The sky is flat.
Objects descend from it, pointing down at me,
They never fall.
The ground is endless,
Unlike the sky.
I travel, I see, I remember every time I’m
Told to.
I’m a constant companion.
I go everywhere with them,
Crowds of people dip and sway in front of me,
Landscapes are manipulated for me,
Animals are made to pose and do tricks because of me.
My companions do play on words with my name.
They deepen their voice,
Look through me, aim and say
Tell it to my Mother Fuckin’ CANON!