Mistaken Identity

As the line’s listless structure leapt into attentive control; It’s purpose for existence instantly acknowledged. The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line’s condensation, Informed of its instant transformation, Leaps to the water’s corresponding constitution, Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current’s rippling surface. Instantly, a silent connection has arisen. One derived out of technology, Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons, Originating before explorations in genetics. Taking solice in a meal of two moons, How could one resist this temptuos delight? Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color, Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.