Eve's Continuation

Reject all of my eviscerating noise,
and sever my elastic curb, which yields
a lingering oblique opaque cataract;
and shields my arteries from Your perfection.

He who named the molar granules;
and scatters bytes between the Heisenberg machines;
factors in linear time,
between the cycles of His Kingly Rule.

How high the peaks of His analytic core,
where whirs mere whispers that confuse
the grandmaster of the rite; obscure
the counting of the warlock's hem,
and bathes the poor in understanding.

The Babbage Engine's casing,
panels plaqued bare metal brass,
or oxidized aluminum;

Our Ada drew a diagram of elegant simplicity,
succumbing to His datagram's acceptance;
a one-time pad's extracted key,
embedded in Immaculate Conception.

Oxygen and vocal chords proclaimed Magnificat,
but data streams, repeaters' hierarchy gazed upon
in wonder, concisely crafted reel
wherein divinity displayed.