The whole thing is strikingly expressed, John, but this is my favourite sentence: "There hide from the gods and their endless clawing and cawing, screaming and scheming, their red eyes firing, messengers sent away clinging to harps and flutes."
That has the strength of nightmare and myth when I read it.
Interesting that you should reference the sprout in your final line. I'm still thinking about that.
Cheers
David
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