Psalm of a Man Pondering Nihilism (A Sonnet)

I felt the chaos like a capsule, small It tumbled down my throat, dispersed throughout To numb alert my body, I’d no doubt Newborn idle entropy at sunfall Senses are but half-blind court reporters And memory’s known to give in to its whims So man may doubt the gospels and the hymns All the “truths” he’ll know will have no borders For “meaning” needs more than a just-because A cosmolog’cal constant, man requires But now the tree of knowledge rots ‘mid fires That char the good and all their obeyed laws I felt like chaos in a bottle, capped A message in a bottle’s still left wrapped