A Quantum of Sonnet

It did begin with that god-damned cat,
Schrodinger's, cousin of one from Cheshire:
they seek him here and try to measure
if here is there and present, and that.
Padre Pio was probably twins,
or do we believe in doppelgänger?
In seen or not seen, like Arsene Wenger?
Is or isn't? Imbroglios of logic sins.
We should know so very much better,
it's not a matter of binary choice,
nor the right being the loudest voice,
nor what the the multi-verse concept shows,
nor theories right to the algebraic letter.
It's not a shame that nobody knows.