Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The second in a set of NINE. Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "Beneath the White Moon" - Recorded 06/14/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Shattered / scattered,Just like you,Scared to move, too,To breakThrough / freeCaught in thisMonotonous routine, like"Misery is comfortable when the alternative is unknown." "Certainty:"What a lie,Worse than … Continue reading Beneath the White Moon
"Something like the sun (2_22_22) " - Recorded 2-22-2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them In the depth of a welcome breast,crying out,open heart like lungs,mouth,to draw you in;it's been so hard to breathe, lately. Baby, Iplace on open palm, pressed,yet not in lock / step,give to take, seldom best. It was … Continue reading Something like the sun (2_22_22)
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
I remember when Our eyes opened With the rising of the sun The smell of morning air And a renewal that cannot quite be captured In words Can only be felt But for a moment I remember standing Behind a frozen pane of glass Staring out Into a world of swirling white Wondering Whether there … Continue reading Of What, I Am Not Certain
I am seated At the head of the table In an establishment which exceeds the standard fare my family is accustomed to I am seated I am dressed In a fine blue suit with my favorite tie Surrounded by my family and directly opposite my sister's partner of whose character I am uncertain I am … Continue reading I Am, Then I Am Not
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
I find myself in awe At the relentless procession of days and months How even the seconds and minutes Which seem at times too minuscule And like sand between fingers slip from perception Pile up one after another Until Before we have even realized it Half of our lives have fallen behind us And we … Continue reading A Reflection on the Passage of Time
In darker moments It is hard to see Beyond the shadows Which fill the room Crawling out From every corner From beneath the furniture Falling from the ceiling and pouring out over the carved wooden molding that lines the walls Fear is born of uncertainty Of what we cannot see Far more than what we … Continue reading In the Dark of Night
The waves are crashing down once more On the shores of perception Eroding any semblance of certainty Drawing in the doubts Poisoning the waters even further As negativity spreads like a cloud of sediment Leaving only darkness in its wake Casting shadows down into the deepest depths Leaving the world above excluded And just as … Continue reading Why’s Like Waves
Sometimes Looking back at the life I have lived thus far I feel As If I can do nothing right As if each step is in the wrong direction As if Despite best intentions And honest effort All that I set out to accomplish Is destined to erode Before my eyes For I leave in … Continue reading Sometimes
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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