The Algorithm

Imagine there’s only one,
A master key, something like
The Price Equation

But with the secret
That it stops, eventually.
All this, then, is lost,

This world, lost along the chain
Between input and output
With no idea where we are,
At which step in the function.

Was that fun to imagine?
The unambiguously
Specified cosmos?
We’re all one Turing machine.