They’re just holes

And what if
those stars shining bright above
are not stars but holes
allowing air to get in
so we all can breathe.
And what if our dear Earth
is all but suspended
in a jar, lid screwed tight
placed in a cupboard.
And what if the light we see
is just a heat lamp
we are told not
to look at or go blind.
And what if
the moon is in another jar
an experiment, gone wrong.
And what if