More By Far By More

Show me that canvass
On which the quarks play
Smaller by far - smaller by far

The infinitesimal may not divide
Itself into infinity
Reduction will eventually
Have driven the fluid away

What shall remain - the frame?
Over which the canvass is?
Upon which the master painted
You, me, this day

I believe that you know
The nature of paint, pigment, hue
Viscosity - brushwork too

But you know not all - answer me
What of the canvas, the frame
The easel on which it stands
The floor

For there is more
More by far by more