Corn Rule

The angled spot, repeated but with
each repetition modulated. Hidden
among rows of corn, buried but not -
the paired openings between rows
bear trickled light, curve and collapse
on faint reflections, all pulled up, or
languid in the moon feast, fertility
rite, spectacular aegis of summered
trope. As if it were simple. Corpus
marched to the edge of the furrow,
pleasured in simple extensions of
carved lesions swerving into black.
To walk the aisle, with the fed corn
stalks spreading before. Opening
to the mediator, keen visaged, ruler's
mark - unfold effortlessly to inevi-
table imprint of instrument's depth.


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