“…a game is indeed a clear instance of a process wherein obedience to common rules by elements pursuing different and even conflicting purposes results in overall order.”
-Fredereich August von Hayek
“It is not certain that everything is uncertain.”
Black suits, smoke, where
There is a red suit, Fire!,
Heralding an unforeseen shower
Of plastic-coated playing cards.
Unfurled, twisting mid-air:
A confusion of butterflies
In transition, in migration,
Suspended in uncertainty.
They fall in a shuffled flutter,
Bent and creased from its
Squeezing projector, in chaos.
Yet each card in perfect design
Having lost its mates to
The radiator, the couch cushion,
A rabble of once air born dust clouds.
The deck, useless for solitaire,
Is incomplete, but suitable
For a game of war – or –
As building blocks
For a new house of cards.