Jack Collom
       Nightmare Turquoise V

E nchanted tree, I climb you, easily,
E nfolded green among the scenery.
E cclesiastic rapture freezes me;
E spirit of wooded leafage sets me free.

E lide your lovely leaves with entropy:
E mit the light to see dendrology
E lated be, to elevate Grand-Prix
E luction (evil loves alee). Don't flee

E ntzwischen Tweedledum & Tweedle-dee.
E cdysiast of autumn, plead the glee
E lite; equality's low-quality,
E ffete. I clamber thee & fall from thee,

E quivalence of glee. In space a spree
E pitome. In all: eternity.