HyperRenga

1. virescent

1.1. virescent rolls crescent hills

1.2. Bubbling blubber boils bust from soil Yellow-white, squished with a glance, layers with meanings yet unknown and undecided to the eye but determined at their roots Each burst of pigment a pixel on a surface Comprised of thousands of self similar suspensions of chemicals driven by genetic intervention Color creeps up stalks till buds bloom, stems virescent effervesce in time compressed

1.3. Tired miles spent trailing an ire scent without a tire dent, fire bent on hiring wired gents with a liar fence, dire searching for a higher sense, not a buyer's cents, but a desire for something virescent.

1.4. virescent. do you think anybody's ever felt virescent before? i imagine Whitman, at some point, felt virescent, but lost it, and, rolling back his shoulder in a wave-like, Atlas-like, virescent-like greensame like manner;

1.5. in winter, some green things stay greenish-- bamboo outside my window, harboring the starlings; evergreens; the rubberplant on the sill. it's either that or die, or go to sleep for some long while. now that it's mudseason, season of brown, nothing yet is becoming green, but's all anyone can think about.

1.5.1. "Sun" or "Sunlight"

1.5.1.1. Sun sun sun here it comes on a beat box he's jittering jambering doesn't know who that man was jumping up and down children clown wondering why she wears a frown, i dont know you you ought to be the one who sees the sun

1.5.1.2. she walked slowly her fingers ca ress ing turn her profile to the front yard sunlight casting shows on her face to a timelapse the dew dries off the grass while she waits motionless

1.5.1.3. if i took the time to watch every sunset would I live longer or smile more? Would the sensation of its warmth leaving my skin As I watch the colors turn vibrant and then fade… If I felt the day fade to darkness every day would this feeling go away?

1.5.1.4. Unknown children ranging the street take eggs from mom’s refrigerator to crack on the metal park bench and fry their brains in the sun the goup solidifies then bubbles then dries up and burns

1.5.1.5. Brightness glistened on every shell, sparkling as waves beat in and out heaving seaweed, tumbling rocks with each inhale and exhale, the soft foam simmers over the squirming pebbles squinting into the sun the whitespace of whitesand and whitesky whitewater cleanses and renews, a hint of crisped salt floats through the air sticks to skin and ulterior world where warmth and wetness expand

1.5.1.6. Fear, bathe me release me With cold hands Twisting my eye And tearing my pride. Hiding underneath It's cuff radiantly net Appearing like sunlight

1.5.1.6.1. "Crumbling"

1.5.1.7. In the garden I found a sunlight Another sunlight There are too many sunlights I have fallen to pieces

1.6. the smell of burning flesh teeth gnashing through the charred bits to reveal the tenderest inside place raw spring-fresh virescent obscene almost in its youth and hopefulness

1.7. We marveled in the urban landscape at sunset. Low lying concrete walls surrounded us. They were bolstered by evergreen shrubs and juniper trees, Their branches rippling in and out of blue and green like deep water. The walls at their edges were virescent and becoming purple pink At their faces toward the sun. It tilted between the bungalow houses, Splitting the visible spectrum on their stucco prisms, To expose the rainbow in everything.

2. EndPoem

2.1. in winter, some green things stay greenish-- bamboo outside my window, harboring the starlings; evergreens; the rubberplant on the sill. it's either that or die, or go to sleep for some long while. now that it's mudseason, season of brown, nothing yet is becoming green, but's all anyone can think about.

2.2. In the garden I found a sunlight Another sunlight There are too many sunlights I have fallen to pieces

2.3. A body emerges from the gravel, rising as if pulled the particles run down to reveal a face, a mouth which coughs out dust taking the first wretched breathe with the taste of crumbling ash on the lips

2.4. It disintegrates, It’s particles drift away and are sucked into currents, cycling vapors and matter…. the interrelatedness of all things spins like a web, backing us into corners, opening up pathways redirecting always reflecting

2.5. Desire displaced I’m one on Monday two the next day Can hold a smile all hour now We carried a blanket to another spot And it became day without us realizing, gold shine Drinking coffee you lit a cigarrette That blue vapor looked so sad around you mouth digging the heels of your boots into the damp moss with your knees locked looking down

2.6. could hear the tin roof of run-down shack heat up, as if sizzling the air around it It’s door half ripped off windows broken and half a wall on one side Little shack couldnt endure to stay standing but the frames still here, with vines going through it A ghost of a gardeners quarters Abandoned and swallowed up by entanglements ripping it down The roof popped in the sun as if to say i won’t be taken down so soon

2.7. I felt something open like clarity Maybe it was that old door I remembered I wasn’t apart from others or the world, Ripened desires flickered as I renewed. Her eyes were big blue orbs, thinking about planets or disturbing memories Mine were big green Thinking about the old man across the street who just sits, all day his eyes too squinted in the sun to know if hes awake and peering back. He looks frozen, as if he’d never want to move

2.8. That man shirtless with his ribs showing, him an a hundred other wrinkling shriveling men come flocking, ready to dig themselves a grave in this grass and sink in like a grub giving up on the pruning sun they slide underneath, crumbling a ground for a second and then the old men were gone

2.9. The sky opens from grey storm clouds which I hadn’t noticed wasn’t it just day? To a brilliant teal, vibrant and envigorating, such content, how it brought out all the brightest colors to their purest form. I wished I had this color in my pocket to take out anytime

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