Be my Eris, baby
Surf the cresting wavefront,
Sail the differentials of reality,
Ski the moguls of space-time topology,

Waft me beyond all thought and rationality,
Blow my mind with sharp rejoinders,
Make me see the cure for reality,
In those eyes of yours.


Queen of Chaos, Mistress of Entropy,
Beguilingly discordant meta-hyper-cycles,
Filling my soul with fresh vigour and power,
Be my Eris, baby, and I'll be your high priest,
Any time you want,
For ever.

Twenty
three
words

Chaos
gritty synchronicity
Three Random Initials
kallisti hail eris
TRUST creative Eclectic solidarity CARE
Autonomous Anti-establishment
Diverse Living Imagination
PEACE