MEOW

Again today I am inside this so called
box, unchanged perhaps, but who
is to say, not you, still Schrodinger’s cat.

Don’t bother to ask if I am dead
or alive, for like the Master Daowu, you
can bet that I won’t say, so there.

And do not assume I know what I am,
for if I were dead, I’d hardly know it
and what guarantee is there that

I’m actually alive merely because
I think I am, or is it that I think
I think that I am, it’s all so Descartean

that I’m never quite certain, so let’s just
assume that old Schrodinger was right,
I’m alive and dead, and leave it at that.

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