M-Theory

©2015, Olan L. Smith

The Weaver hangs membranes from his ceiling;

All those quantum tapestries, and invisible

Drapes, dangly sheaths colliding;

While Higgs Bosons trickle through

One dimension to another creating elements,

The things of substance we gaze upon; stars, galaxies,

Nebulae and such. What is the reverse side?

We perceive only our universe with certainty,

Two measurements surely exist.

Perhaps that is where all the dark matter occurs.

Where the membranes touch, it generates

A sieve and siphons substance

From one dimension into the next, each

Quasar thrusts material into our reality,

Via your embroidery; Countless

Dimensions dangle from your ceiling; don't they?