Talisman tentacles top the tall trees
towering, tottering, tenuous. These
tree trunks the torsos, tendon twigs tacked;
tethered together - this temporal tract.
'Tween troposphere, terra. 'Twixt tundra, the tide.
Trained, tutored, thus taught, though thoughtlessly tried.
Tumble-leafed tone, til tranquil threadbare,
Turned tessellate tricks, to throne thriving there.
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Dane Fuller
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