Always the extremist, you are drawn
to dreams about the glow of the infinity
of Universes many astrophysicists insist
exist dimensionally, interstitially right here
or there or elsewhere. Quirks of quarks
and waves and particles in their equations
bear the likelihood that this is so.
But why do you so yearn to go?
You wish the particles you saw at least
were snow: but no, they are the motes
that float in all the many middle distances
that you’ve investigated, from your bed,
since you were very small. They don’t
suggest another Universe at all.