Glimpse Factory

As visitor at Glimpse Factory
He saw trails travel traverse
Head on swivel
Shoulders rotate robotic
Each Glimpse captured rote
And raptured in writhing stillness
Packaged in opaque
Wrapped in a plain brown envelope
As Glimpses raced by on icy conveyors
As the Factory churned and banged
The visitor made way
To the Dock
And saw Glimpses
Hurled into the dirty daylight