TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN

They operate contrary to the rules

of common sense that we hold dear as proof

that what we know is right, that we’re no fools

and senses we possess perceive the truth.

They ramble through eleven dimensions.

Their motions, seemingly governed by chance,

confuse and amend our comprehensions –

on heads of pins, probabilities dance.

The turtles supporting the world we ride

have gotten quantumly stranger today —

so small their extra dimensions can hide

beneath the larger turtles in the way.

Atop this turtle-tower, we still sit,

and, teetering, try to make sense of it.