Trees Taper


They gave meaning to a vast horizon
But the trees were slowly tapering to a green keyhole
Which was surrounded by desert

There was no use racing to the finish line
It was reducing quickly
He wouldn’t make it in time
How would he fill an eternity in the desert, then?
He couldn’t count grains of sand forever
At least not without cracking

There had to be a way to reach the keyhole
Though it had diminished even more
Changing to a tired green

Surprisingly, he made it just as the oasis was cutting off reality
A dilemma presented itself
Since existing in two realities was usually a challenge

Taper

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