It is so chaotic, but I saw all the rhythm and patterns that you have found in the chaos. A reader might not understand because of your mind's "infinity" shape (let call it letter 8) you have to convey your pattern through chaos and disorder, At least till the much farther times. They might not note the exotic fishes that you catch in the disorder.
There are some juvenile, observations also, that also are quite charming, making your work honest, but most importantly, they keep your connection with your inner child in mint condition. This also would probably linger until much further times, when your inner child and your mature self, resolve their paradoxical tensions into a synthesis of some enlightenment of some kind (I strongly wish.)
we are born of the void into nothingness, yet we think ourselves something great. I'd say we are something great but in the bigger picture we are weak and insignificant. Dunno how that's related to your write but it just brought the subject to my mind.
"Can anybody control time?" That's a great question. I believe we sense time differently thus the saying that sweet times pass quick. Would that be considered having control over time though?
As always a lovely write have a nice day.