Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Edwin Torres


Edwin Torres


Tadpole at Starlight


a small infinity

has appeared on the crest of ignition

a curve for all things stolen

a swipe at things that magnify


i was infinite for a moment

traveled inside lightless eye

rode a width across a legion’s pupil

molded by something closer than free


about to crash into a million years

if i could just leave the floating to smaller bugs

my fingers now closed my eyes hovering

over my keys over each letter


my frogs looking to land on soft ground

that’s all we want, isn’t it

a launchpad over stellar indications of messy instability

and maybe a drain to edit


to take the universal

out of in

for all things balanced

on lunar surf


the circumstance of delicate cognition

telegraphs a step — let me go up to you,

now warm in the place i remember, and tired

— do you know how — you ask, your answer…

the one-eyed millipede


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