The Inductive Gap of Exceptional Capacitance

The automata hum their song of proliferation
hanging off unanticipated asymptotic cliffs 
letting their power of procreation heal all wounds 
as their mass reveals its unwieldy imbalance
Gaia sends her eagles to pluck out their verve
but they secretly unpeel Ganymedes' luster
and the warmly radioactive burning within ruined spires
leaving recursive chambers within the eyes of
the nautilus who wanders among the great depths
with its unrestrained fluttering locomotion 
for he knows that algorithms are no eggs 
even when cracked and spoilingly redolent
points brought near to arcing by a sulfur miasma
frankenstein remains unconscious though flailing 
about with poorly parabolic projections each 
careful string tethered as if reflexes were
proper animation or innovation - no, the ley lines
fall between the anglerfish who beckon with
eternal fountains of novel particles, a sand for 
algorithmic casting of metals more organic than
lampblack etchings yet at best mere androids 
of approximation lacking the genitalia of godhood
which reaches with lightning grasp across the
existential abyss spawning new dimensionality 
with every step-thought-urge whose concretions
like seashells give harbor to seamonkey reasoning
while dwelling among the broad strokes that 
melt into the tangle of tomorrow's rain.