Spirals

P-o-e-m.

I watch.
From the corner of my eye
I see from of the edge of a look
There is a simple image,
Emblazoned

I think, indexes of images
Filtered links of yards of
Miles. Running down
to the end. Shorts sprints
And it came.

We come to see it
But what what it said
We never heard.

The End

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