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There's something Poetic 'bout Jet Exhausts...'

 

Tracin' the outlines of mind,
like cotton-fabricated...

clouded images,
run horizontal tracks thru space...

I can see the majesty invoked
as the exhaust of light-sped,
momentarily...

froze time in abandoned
'smoke trails' via the blue
chase beyond...

as they 'drag' along its roads
silence erupts durin' this
mystical, imaginary place,

The 'Windy Skyway 500' race...
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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