Delirium Of Disorder

life is the sieve through which
my anarchy strain resolving itself into works,
chaos is the score upon reality is written,
the timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde,
delirium of disorder,
I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea,
without direction or a reason to exist,
the anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
is persuading me,
contritely, to persist.