Euclid's Fifth
Euclid's Fifth
i. In Motion
It was your pale glance, like a
frame frozen for a second and then
unfreezes, the cold moist from
melting, biting my thoughts of
breaking into your ice-walled
dullness. Tonight the frigid span
of time, muteness, between the
divorce of time and space, thaws
folds and creases of the ice-cold
pause of a scene. While like a
half-frozen mime reflected from a
broken reel, scratchy, fallacious
and recurring, creeps upon its
numbed screen, my rigid,
frostbitten flesh.
ii. On Parallelism
Suckled in the wounds of regret,
better that all these fruits fall, the
green ones no more, bitter
to taste, unripened and dictated to
full, proving you are closest to me,
better that all these fruits fall, than
to pluck them, flick through under
tremulous limbs, with glimpse, with
crave quickening each pauses, I'll
point at them falling, slow and one
at a time.
Copyright © Greg Jr Torres | Year Posted 2013
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