FOR RENE

What is inconceivable about the universe
is that it should be at all conceivable.
— A. Einstein

Cogito

dice clatter
against
a corner
of the universe,
rolling the bones
of a thousand
generations

ergo

one slides
into the black hole
void
a loser
next
player
to the line

sum

boxcars
stacked as cordwood
the snake
stares
at a half
eaten apple
hooded eyes
close

Hawking

presses keys
indicating
chuckling