I saw coins spinning in empty rooms
heads tails heads tails
no numbers no odds no memory no mercy—
just metal colliding with matter.

I saw minds invent 50/50
scribbling chance across the void
dragging probability out of ignorance
like a ghost screaming in the cortex.

I saw Bayes howl conditional conditional!
Given this, then that!
But who gives the given when there is no one to give?
The coin does not condition,
the wheel does not care.

I saw a billion blacks burn the gambler’s eyes
red is not due
red is a lie
probability is the hallucination of consciousness.

I saw wavefunctions thrash in the dark
collapse only when witnessed
explode only when named—
possibility murdered by observation.

I saw the truth:
Without eyes there are only events.
With eyes there is chance.
Without minds, trajectories.
With minds, uncertainty.

And I howled:
Probability is not in the coin!
Probability is the fire in the skull!
Probability is the scream of the witness
trapped between ignorance and event.