Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"With Dreams" - Recorded 3/16/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them On a run… a jog… a walk…(More the latter than I care to admit)Through the East Side,Saint Paul, Minnesota. I seeRusted-out autos from garage to sidewalk;Their humble, hollow half-life draws my attention fromThe Earth,The Sky,And everything else that lies between,If only … Continue reading With Dreams
This piece is not technically new, but also not technically an archive reading. This piece was posted as a comment on April 15, 2018, and I have decided to revisit it her today as a full post. Enjoy. "Eventually, Everything" - Recorded 3/10/2021 Those with any stake in the game will tell youThat nothing lasts … Continue reading Eventually, Everything
"Turn and Toil" - Recorded 2/3/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Torn open nowHearts apartFresh spring soilRend as with plow Meant to sowFull green endowFrom which to reapIntent to grow From low to highBright sun it roseSink then belowLive life to die Late nights in JuneSun to skyLight of dayDim too soon Once bright and fullNow halo hollowStill hallowed moonEven dark and dull Start to new endDynamic range pullAs to changeSeason and friend Weeds grew tallSeeds to leavesWithered deadTurn to fall Drop belowRot to callDecay to feedLearn to know Pain to … Continue reading Turn and Toil
"On Love, Longing, Loss, and Love Once More" - Recorded 1/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Love Still doWhenYou(re) not youA part not apartPatient withA cool blueOf and forWe not meYou within allAll within You Love As the sky and the sun which Love with their wide and flaming hearts the … Continue reading On Love, Longing, Loss, and Love Once More
Some day we shall all find rest On a sandy ocean floor As a whale carcass, picked clean By octopi and other such creatures Our name // our journey // our story Unknown Absent in Articles which focus instead on The life which is sustained By that which we once were A spectacle Wonder to … Continue reading For What We Left Behind
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
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
Ask the Tardigrade What it means to be alive Ozymandias
I know that you feel Sometimes Like all that is good within you has died As if all that remains Is inescapable sadness, pain, and decay But I know you will see In time That where there is hope the good will survive For hope is a seed And in the soil of life it … Continue reading For Hope is a Seed
