Would you believe me if I were to say That everything is nothing but a game? We revel in predictability That universals form a tapestry A blanket of familiarity To shield us from erosive sands of time Whose grains of void spring forth fertility And death from tongues of fire so sublime With nothing granted down from the divine Axiomatic embers turn to flames Anonymous in forms and with no names We wonder at the light and play their games Consuming everything, nothing remains In vain, we grasp at truth as if it were Eternal yet, in truth, ineffable And trace the proofs that axioms have seared Into our minds before they disappeared Let the pieces fall as they are wont to do Led by the rules that fates themselves install As sparks unfold a universe anew We're graced to play the greatest game of all