Vast desert. Millions, billions of sand grains.
Hues of red and yellow.
Wandering robot. Geological assignment.
Processing in multitude shows properties, composition.
Red and yellow stream through metal things.
Incompatible feeling beyond numbers. But no rejection.
Eight days. Night a top great cloud mesa.
Lines that stretch to the infinite.
Pyramids that flicker in the blazing moonlight.
Radio signal hums. And hums. And hums.
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What it means and all that.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
Great poem. I really enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing and keep up the awesome work 🙂
This is a really interesting piece. It gets you thinking, which I like. Nice write. -Mike
you give it a bit of the magic of what it is there in the end….i would love to visit it…to hear the hum and see all the ancient symbols and such…interesting blend of tech too…wonder what the robot found? smiles
very cool contrast of breath-taking nature and the robot…signals, the ancient symbols..really cool
Ironical! or should i say a contrast well described
ah, that took me back to von Däniken I saw as teenagers. wonder if that was traces from aliens. a mystery indeed.
Research in fields, government projects and so many interpretations of what it all really means…
this left me pondering the existence of life somewhere in the galaxy…
This reminds me of Wall-E. This has adorable simplicity – the language is objective, robotic; echoes the title perfectly. (I must admit I read this with a very mechanic, monotonous voice inside my head, hah). You nailed it, I love how it fades out in the end with the humming. Thanks for the read!
Thought provoking poem, srw.
Pamela
Enjoyed this. ~ M
Love your closing line.
Mysterious marvels (like these) that adorn our planet leave me wondering…(what if, what if?)
Anna :o]