mosaic stochastic

few variables

but infinite possibilities

myriad myriad patterns

..

diced turnip floats

and crowds into an array

and the dicer of the turnip

suddenly remembers a byzantine mosaic

he saw in a book fifty years ago

..

the probability

of that snapshot memory

floating to the top of his thoughts

leapt from vanishingly small

to certainty

..

our memories cram a landfill

in the hinterlands of our souls

but make the right soup

and all is available