spectrographic cornfields recursively

vaisvil

standing in the cornfield you watch the corn grow and
the searing hot days pass on to night to day to night to day,
taller and taller, until you are one with all there is…
for you are one of them…
your roots dig soil,
your stalk stretches greedily for every ray of the murdering sun
in the anguish of a midsummer’s thirst…