Jackpot, Nevada, Center of the Universe

I dreamt I woke up in a world
Constrained by probability,
Where nothing was impossible,
And nothing was a miracle;
Where what was most predictable
Was what, predictably, happened,
So almost exactly always,
It might as well have been a law.

There were big prizes for living
In this dream world of statistics,
But in the nature of things there,
Only a few could win prizes,
The rest filled out the circumstance,
And if one found oneself to be
One of "the rest" from the get-go,
It was best to let go of hope.

Still, it was entertainment to watch
The rolling blue clouds and lightning
Of the extremely unlikely
Thundering on the horizon,
The great, blue-grey veils of virga,
Rain sweeping the edge of the dream,
Always present, always falling
Somewhere, but never arriving.