the point is over our heads, spinning
like roulette, wedges of color and number blur,
when the odds favor the house and its hordes.
Dalmatian cubes tumble in twos
Old Snake "I"s writhing-down,
the double helix hissing "There's a world
outside this garden, aren't you curious?"
Clever Snake Integral, the atomic wait
of putty sings in your "I"s.
Give us the rest of the apple and a helmet
before the next twist in the chain.
- Feb. 16, 1996 ...
* Stephen Jay Gould, the late evolutionary biologist
Custom digital drawing by the poet, and the poem, appeared on page 8 of Inverse Origami
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