You think you know what’s real?
That’s so adorable.
You’re adrift in a space
full of false, hard edges.

Some say it’s turtles all
the way to the bottom.
Whatever a “bottom”
is or was or may be.

You are in the third act
of a two-act play, and
everyone has gone home.
If you fall to the stage
no one will hear or feel
the waves emanating
from that false, hardwood floor.
But I understand it
feels real to you.