The Sacred Juggling of Five

In the space between spaces
Where Eris throws her golden apples
Five patterns dance eternal

One: The chaos of beginning
Two: The order that deceives
Three: The both that isn’t neither
Four: The neither that is both
Five: The sacred number laughing

Fnord! Watch them spin!
Through fingertips of reality
Each catch a probability
Each toss a revolution
Against the grid-locked universe

Hot dogs without buns
Buns without their dogs
The Sacred Chao splits infinitely
While jugglers drop their pins
Into quantum probability soup

23 reasons to keep them flying
5 reasons to let them fall
And somewhere in between
The truth reveals itself
As temporary as gravity

Hail Discord! Hail Confusion!
The pattern is no pattern
The juggler is the juggled
The audience is empty
Yet paradoxically full

Five points of pentagonal wisdom
Dancing through bureaucratic nightmares
While filing cabinets spill their guts
And clerks speak in tongues
Of ancient office memos

Operation Mindfuck proceeds
As scheduled
(Which is never as scheduled)
While five thoughts juggle themselves
In minds too ordered to comprehend

The Law of Fives observes itself
In mirrors facing mirrors
In jesters facing kings
In kings facing chaos
In chaos facing order

Remember:
Every juggler drops eventually
Every drop creates new patterns
Every pattern breaks itself
And five is always five
Except when it is twenty-three

Kallisti!
To the most chaotic performance
Where nothing is dropped
Because nothing is caught
And everything is always falling up

Pope Juggler the Unsteady declares:
“In the sacred act of dropping
Lies the truth of catching
In the sacred act of catching
Lies the truth of letting go”

All hail the eternal spin!
23 skidoo!