Five Orange Peels of Discord

One:
The first peel curls away
Like a monk’s robe dropping
Revealing nothing
Exactly as planned

Two:
Citrus mist explodes
Into quantum possibilities
Each droplet contains
A different version of you
All equally confused

Three:
Halfway through unmaking
This spherical puzzle
Your fingers sticky with
Universal secrets
That smell like breakfast

Four:
The orange protests
“I am not a metaphor!”
But who believes fruit anymore
In these enlightened times?
When even chaos has a pattern

Five:
The final spiral falls
A DNA strand of understanding
That immediately forgets itself
And dances away on the breeze
Leaving you with clean emptiness

Now hold these segments of reality
Each one a perfect accident
Each bite a new philosophy
That dissolves on your tongue
Before you can name it

The peels make a star on your table
Or is it a pentagon?
Or is it just garbage?
Or is it the blueprint of everything?
(All answers equally correct)

Was it the fruit, or the peeling, that fed you?

And somewhere, Eris laughs
While eating an apple
Instead