Pascal’s Paradox

Pascal’s Paradox

It is not certain that everything is uncertain.
Blaise Pascal

Out of the pearl grey sky
A few snowflakes spin
Through black branches
Clawing at the memories of crows
Unfolding curved wings.

The long headland
Buries itself into a heavy fog
Always beyond reach,
Limp sails forming out of the mist
Culling bells and horns.

Appaloosa horses
Turn into the surf and whinny
Rumbling towards salted grass,
The spartina still green
In tufts of snow-drift.

In the geometry of oceans,
And Lovecraft’s prehistoric cities
The angles seem closer now
When the offshore November storms
Wield serrated edges.

Never divide by zero
An absent teacher once warned
Or you’ll lose your mind,
The first step of a beginner
Rediscovering infinity.

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Published in
LYNX XXVI:3,October, 2011