robot oracle haiku set

Bring your long-wrung doubts
to the robot at Delphii:
take a prime number

sing out your query
to the stalag-bats above
in a tone of love

incense will smoulder
and bright neon lights will flash
as tomes are re-hashed

down he'll swim amid
Poseidon's plants, lost in a
sea of abstraction

opes the masked vault
and a tentacle emerges
with the solution