“5:05” – Recorded 3/31/2022 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them

Maybe, to listen:
Eyes, hands,
A mouth, dripping with
The taste of your patient breath,
To be heard.

The moon will one day know the ground
As it spins, closer;
I, too
Will dissolve,
Dust to you.

Move now,
The body takes you
To dim lights,
Low din.

Will we find
Jeweled rinds and linens,
Winston air,
Like a choir of
At last?

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