Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Beyond / Within - Created on Dream by Wombo Beyond / Within - Recorded 12/12/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Cracks,form and grow,spreading acrosslikedisease. Shattered. What lies beyond? |-| Frayed,the fabric rends,torn apartlikeeyelids. Opened wide. What lies within?
Based on a conversation with a new and old, near, dear, and very far friend, Клавдия, from Russia. For all those we pass so many times in this journey through the cosmic void. "We Turn, Just as the Earth" - Recorded February 8, 2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We turn, … Continue reading We Turn, Just as the Earth
"The River Only Runs in One Direction" - Recorded 2/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The river only runs in one direction,from the headwaters in splashing fields with children dirty in the mud,to the streams and runoff which bleed out over the surface of the earth,dripping through fields and over the … Continue reading The River Only Runs in One Direction
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around... Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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