A Polysyllabic Spree

Salim, Salim,
what does it all mean-
with your polish parsers
and polish stacks-
what's a poet to make of that?

And yet, and yet,
there must be some sense
in colourised discs
and parallelism-
but by AI,
it's hard to envision. 

I confess to fascinated revulsion,
when confronted with arithmetic propulsion:
I fear the abyss of senility,
considering contextual ability
and the horror of contemplating
those colourised discs forever rotating
is quite beyond my comprehension
- by tourmaline you've lost my attention.

But still, but still-
some germ in such words
inspires poems polysyllabic
and the surreal-est landscapes
most panoramic.