Greens

The ancient Greeks, with their tragic knowledge, with no word and the same word for blue and green. An irrelevant color at the start, derived from blue, but with the greatest capacity for refinement and the greatest brilliance upstream. Trees, like pure in spirit storm troopers against the human regime, in infinite shades of green. How can I understand men in general? by the devouring of green? The feverish incarnation of spring, forgiveness for our pollution. The responsibilities of a single color! Green when I vomit, and the light by which I remember childhood. The color of my silent plans. All alternatives are distant, and the last color I will see. I must see what it says; when rain flowers are sewn shut, and the wind is too busy with the trees to notice me. I want to look at it until I’m indignant and emaciated by glaucoma, my childhood fades, and the wind takes my anguished secrets. I cannot name its shades, like I cannot name flavors of water. Lush me through the desert.