Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"in a room without windows" - Recorded 2/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them to seea light where there is noneblessedto observe as wellan absence ofin abundanceknowing darkness is not light aslight is not darknessyetwithout onethe other cannot be in a room without windowslight enters onlythrough wired bulbs or flickering wicksillumination by … Continue reading in a room without windows
"Without 'Without' 'With' Cannot Be" - Recorded 2/2/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Empty vacuum space inside,Nothingness, cannot abideAbhorrent empty void! In all things, dualityAs without "without" "with" cannot be,As grey to need for black, for white, to see.Objects, we;Distance, that which lies between.
I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. Â (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) Â You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
How far we have fallen is only ever clear In contrast to how high we were before And how much higher we had meant to climb Just like I know No-one will ever really know My failure and my shame If they never really know What it was I was trying to attain
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
How I have missed The rushing wind The fluid motion And the ground passing quickly beneath my feet It would seem I had forgotten The importance of moving forward Of unallocated time Surrender to chance and momentary escape From the stagnant monotony of a rushed life I must find balance though As time is precious … Continue reading The Value of Contrast
Someday I will die And all I have known and achieved Will be left behind A fragment of life Scattered over time Will I cease to be Or will my memory persist A spectre left of me An endless reverie Destined for entropy When it sets at last The sun behind the hills My shadow … Continue reading Scattered Over Time
Water and stone Skin and bone Life and death Together or alone Even as cold wind blows above fields freshly coated in a light dusting of white snow The smell of spring is already being prepared in the soil below Even as the sun shines down above blistering blacktop coated in fresh lines of white … Continue reading Water and Stone
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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