Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This piece was another collaboration with my dear friend and serial collaborator, Jasmine, or mine_primel on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/mine_primel/ This has been our first collaborative creation in a long time, though not the first and certainly not the last. If you would like to see the work we have done previously, please visit https://objectsanddistance.com/tag/jasmine/ So … Continue reading A Drop in the Universe
"When It Comes" - Recorded 4/6/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them When it comes,You will not be ready,You will not be expecting it,You will not find yourself in a perfect pose,Or with all the right words to say to express the sentiment inside;There will be no shimmer in the distance,No gust … Continue reading When It Comes
I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget
I We We because There is no I Where we We came From A dream Came in A cloud A storm In which There only was And there was only Not. Now We wait.
In this life it seems We are given Many precious objects and memories Which we treasure And love Above All but those We hold dear It would seem That what is precious Does not remain But rather traverses The dunes of time To be encountered and cherished But never to be taken As fixed We … Continue reading That Which Does Not Waver
The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows
Outside There is a cold Which pierces every layer Finding flesh And chilling Right to the bone Inside There is a cold as well Which finds its way through all defenses Bereft a source Undefined in destination But pervasive in all There is no motion No gale on which the chill arrives It is a … Continue reading A Warmth Remains
The rain Though it falls as one Cascading down in sheets now To fall upon the dry earth Is but a collective of many Each drop Unique unto itself Composed as it is Of individual particles just the same Gathered and unified Taking form And shape As a single distinct entity For only the briefest … Continue reading But a Brief Transition
Oh Child With eyes as wide as the midday sun With hair as wild as the beasts which still can be found lurking in the places we have not yet built our homes Though you may feel so insignificant Standing beside such monoliths as these we have hewn from the ground beneath you Standing beneath … Continue reading The Earth Will Speak, That Your Voice, So Soft Now, Might Be Heard
Some days We are Other days We are not Though we may be in motion So often We remain Perfectly still I have watched As beauty fades Or perhaps As either subject or beauty Are redefined Form for essence Façade falling away I have also watched As from nothingness As from the repulsive and macabre … Continue reading A Beauty Unbound
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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