Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
absence/presence - Recorded 04/07/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them For every threshold crossed, yet another new arises;The falling of the moon beckons the day, just as the dying sun calls her back to rise once more.There is no stone that has forever gone unturned, no sky which has not seen a … Continue reading absence/presence
For Rini, my dear friend in Indonesia. Your soul and heart are pure as the water droplets which form on the blades of grass in the early morning, your prayers as loud to the heavens as the chirping of the crickets in the evening hours. You are not stupid, I will not hear such a … Continue reading The World, Anew
This was a piece I had written last year after much reflection. It is short, and simple, but carries a lot of ideas I hold dear to me within it. I was inspired to record it today, and I am glad I did, as it imparted an important message to me. I hope that you … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In All Things”
I sometimes imagine death And that which follows as Years and years and years of Being torn apart, Current manifestation of Whole self Becoming So many Satellite selves Splayed across the universe, Each finding their way through All of the edges and bends Of time And space And chance, Collecting and coagulating In small huddled … Continue reading An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart
In all things The blade of grass The drop of dew The girl on the other side of the world who does not know How much she really means But will soon Even if she forgets again soon after In all things Light And a potential for it to go out Just the same as … Continue reading In All Things
Have you listened to the crickets in the nighttime How their delicate notes blend as if emitted from a single body I wish for once we could be as they are Unified if only for a moment If only for a song Have you watched the grass blow softly in the meadow How every blade … Continue reading If Only for a Moment
Daylight Enter Soul might Exit Come As they go Desperate and Alone Eyes they change Shining white to Crystal grey There must be Another way For though You no longer See Those who are left Can still Perceive This isn't how it Should be Some might say This act Display A silent Screaming way To … Continue reading For Those Who We Have Lost and Those Who Remain
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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