Watch me work,
In real time.
Frenzies of creation,
Born of a savant’s chaos.
Already did the math.
I’ll be the most prolific poet ever.
Not a question on “if,”
But rather of “when.”
You’re experiencing the how –
Right this very moment.
Shreds of my soul,
Carved meticulously with words.
One by one.
Frenzies of Creation.
