Kallisti or How I Learned to Love the Chaos

Eris tossed her golden fruit
Down reality’s twisted chute,
“To the fairest!” read the tag,
As order started going drag.

Five magpies laughed in sacred jest,
While logic took its final rest,
And I stood watching, quite confused,
As cosmic order got diffused.

Hot dogs rained on Friday nights,
Pineal glands grew strobe lights,
My socks gained consciousness at last,
While future merged into the past.

“Kallisti!” sang the parking meters,
As chaos grew exponentially sweeter,
The goddess winked, threw me a bone:
“Kid, you’re never quite alone.”

In sacred chao I found my groove,
When static patterns chose to move,
Discovered truth in paradox,
And wisdom in my mismatched socks.

Twenty-three skidoo through time,
While reason lost its paradigm,
Discordia showed me the way:
That night’s more real than the day.

Order needs its sister wild,
Creation’s chaos-reconciled,
In golden apples, discord’s art,
The cosmic joke can finally start.