For my void, which hides the light and challenges me to walk by my heart.

This is the first of a two-part series called Shadow Mirrors. Part A is Kind.

“Cruel” – Recorded 05/20/2022 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them

hurt me…
gale force wind on the trunk of a pine, bowing to the sky
desperate pleas escaping the lips of a friend in need
form and function
make me to float
above the vacuum of your lungs
a descending ascension
a recent revelation released
to the dawn of space
a murmur
the silent stillness of discomfort
you know by heart
the cure
you cannot swallow

from your well of indifference
until with shallow drip
you trickle out
through every pore
draining you of
for when i might be present your vicinity
bringing you purpose at last
as i have carried in my solitude until now

to bright lights and warm stones
a reverberating chorus
like a viral message
falling from your lips
fading as you discover true rest
common tongue and plain teeth
fellow travelers the path
this world
where we are apart
where we are together
momentary and ephemeral

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