A perfect sphere starts rolling and
Gently bounces about
Into the Archimedean realm. It
Dents itself into a shape
Rolling off the tongue, just about :
An icosidodecahedron
Rounding off edges into
The great rhombicosidodecahedron :
Life is one over N.
And the ground shakes about,
And it tilts imperceptibly into a slope as
Movement quickens the embossing
– but this takes time – into an icosahedron
Or perhaps a snub cube. Anyway,
We leave Archimedes and get inside
Plato’s ideals ; that of aging octahedrons,
Classical cubes and three by three tetrahedrons.
There is no solid for the trinity – we know that –
Instead we toss an unbiased coin.
This is when Pascal opens the doors
Of probable cause and we divine
As we wait in the silence,
The single-faced sphere
Of absolutely certain odds.
Image credit : Blaise Pascal portrait
Frédéric Benqué 