Toward Harmonia [Or, The Lost Soul of Eris]

This poem emphasizes the human perspective of life being a balance between order and chaos.

Done. I was finished, this chaos too great a weight to bear,

And then the lilt of her voice brought me back, back,

To the surface, to where her pumpernickel skin shined in the

Daylight, ethereal and everywhere, everywhere solace.

The Solstice to my Equinox, I bent low,

“Lend me the power of good, the good you know.”

And at my request, she did not reply,

but that enchantress turned my eyes to look inside.

On the backs of my lids, a movie played out, and out I cried.

My whole life, alive vicariously on the screen,

I was the anathema of my own dream. An interloper here,

I did not want to be there. I did not want to be anywhere, anywhere.

I denounce Eris, and all the paratheo-anametamystikhood,

And fall to the feet of Purpose, a harmony, an order to my days.

Henceforth, I’ll spelunk the caves put there before me, and wonder

Why they were made. Made to live, made to die,

Entropy is in the eye. Behold, behold, I grow old

With her light beside me, these caves in dampness dry.

And when I cast off this shambolic coil, and unravel from my toil,

I will have fulfilled this quintessential quest. Please then, put me

to rest.