Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"if only in your memories and dreams" - Recorded 12/06/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them someday, we will return to the Earth,a corpserotting oras ashes, scattered,but today…today we are alive.each and everybreath |loss |moment |suffering or joy,a blessing,a gift,to be cherishedwith a grateful heart,flowingas bloodthrough our being. so oftenwe weep,lament,that which … Continue reading if only in your memories and dreams
Originally published April 16, 2018, this piece was the second in a three-part series of poems from my first "collection", the "Crescent Collection". This piece was a look back along the the curve of change. "The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)" - Recorded 3/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Unparsed Past (Right Crescent)”
Originally published April 8, 2018, this piece speaks to the incomparable beauty found in love, the dissolution of all else in light of that we have come to adore. "There's None Compares to You" - Recorded 2/27/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “There’s None Compares to You”
Originally published February 23, 2018, this piece carries with it the questions I still hold to this day, interspersed as always, likely never to be fully answered but an answer sought just the same. 🛰 "Satellites / Recon" - Recorded 1/10/2021 The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Satellites / Recon”
"That the Rains Might Fall" - Recorded 12/23/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I long for…love. Your love,and to love you just the same. Not merely to receive,neither to give,but to know,to feel,to be a part of, as if immersed in a flowing stream. All I have,all I am,on the altar … Continue reading That the Rains Might Fall
We were born of fire and ash Rising from the dust of a former fate To take once more To the skies of life, material Lifted on the eternal currents Of time and space Drifting As it were In the distance between Moments far removed Searching for Now In the ambiguous flow Of then and … Continue reading We Were Born of Fire and Ash
Ashes scatter Then fall Evenly dispersed As so many flakes of falling snow On the otherwise barren soil Leaving behind The remains Of a memory
Though they are now far behind You may at times Find yourself haunted By the memories Of what has come before You walk on ashen earth The framework of your former life Smoldering slowly around you These structures familiar Only in your mind As they are now but shells of their former selves There is … Continue reading Of What Has Come Before
Even as the ashes Of the life you once knew Fall around you like thick blankets, Be at peace; They will keep you warm in the coming winter. When the spring returns And the thaw has driven the freeze away once more, The last of that which was will be carried off by the melt … Continue reading Even as the Ashes
Ink-black words On ashen page Darker lines from Darker days Tell of love Of all from grace Tell of memories Long since erased This paper heart Folded tight Once was clean Once was white Those days are gone But that’s alright So long as remains Room to write So long as remains Will to fight … Continue reading This Paper Heart
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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