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
Originally published April 5, 2018, this is a song of longing. I am longer able to sing it as it was intended, but I have spoken it aloud as best I am able. "Azure Blue" - Recorded 2/22/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Azure Blue”
"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
A stormy sea is still A stormy sea, It matters not How it used to be… A sunny day is still A sunny day, It matters not If it has always been that way, Nor if ever once more it will be.
We were born So long ago Forged into being Made to be Something From nothing A vast expanse From an empty void Spinning outward Driving onward Until We are nothing Once more
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
Just as the Earth rests When the sun sets When the night ends The world returns again
The veneer is cracking Worn thin Having served for so long now As the barrier between What is And what is thought to be So with eager eyes We all await The day when at last The mask it falls Shattered to the floor And at long last We may perceive With clarity and lucid … Continue reading From Dust to Dirt and Back Again
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
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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