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.