A Born-Again Poet

Amid the deafening ruins in the viral era in my final years as a career bibliocrat in the autumn of a broken life... I became a born-again poet I create malleable/mutating meaningful/less texts that flow from a nomadic neural network reflecting decades of conflicts & conflicting worldviews hoping to create something with depth while being out of my depth & mind But it's now clear I'm at my best not making sense and simply surrender to logorrhea I hope for some recognition and maybe a little immortality as I will someday cease & desist but will likely fade into obscurity obscurit obscuri obscur obscu obsc obs ob o