As Deep as an Inch a crown- ing awn of wild emmer wheat spike- lets, fallen, will open & pawl, open & pawl— as nights’ & days’ humidities go round— to cinch its dry rattle of seed into ground. So profound are the rude mechanics of even a frond of as basic a food as grasses, it surpasses the grasp of academia’s minds, ever breaking apart, little by little the lines— fine spines in brittle alliance— thought to separate art […]
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