With hypervolumetric grin
I grow more Hutchinsonian
Despite intense investigation
Of axial proliferation.
Each bird I see expands in place
To seventeen-dimension space;
And should it light on forest floor,
Then axes sprout a dozen more!
Euclid would approve with glee
How territoriality
Of bunting perched upon a stone
Is asymptote to hypercone!
And should competing species brawl
A tesseract defines the sprawl.
Yet meaning loses in the end;
We've lost the zero origin!
- Bruce G. Marcot (1983)