He wonders which came first: the universe or mathematics? In the blackness of time a puddle of puzzles and we, the pupils in this unseeing eye, find the questions sticky as displaced lashes. We rub and rub… bringing on the slow implosion of galaxies toward a single grammar inexorable as starlight (sigma quotient cos pi denominator multiply hypotenuse equals equals equals) uncovering the dark matter of answers.
This was meant to be about something small. But the prompt immediately brought to mind an interview with a physicist I listened to in which he raised the question posed at the top of the poem. It flipped my brain right over as I had always assumed that maths and all its rules were human inventions… like soccer or the law. I really had to think quite hard about his question.