Greg Jr Torres Poet Elegy

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.

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