Poems
Systema Simulatum
2.
Into a vast expanse, I step with wonder,
A factory of robots, towering high.
Machines in motion, tasks I can't decipher,
Creating things unknown, their purpose wry.
Autonomous, they need no guide to ponder,
Just endless work, no end or reason why.
I walk the perimeter, seeking a clue,
But there are no answers, as night approaches.
Sunday April 28, 2024