Of consequences unintended
Every variable pursued
if answers are the only quest
Solutions perfectly imbued
Is immutable computable
Should we take things as they are
Let predictable be foreseeable
No longer wishing on a star
Is intelligence mechanical
Every process gears and cogs
Scheming things all wearing thin
Pretending ratios and logs
In the end what do we really seek
A concentrate of information
Every calculation saving time
But never trouncing inspiration
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