"we were born in the dirt" - Recorded 3/2/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them we were born in the dirtof the sons of fliesa world ofshadows dancing on the wallsmotion anddangercolor absent ourpale forms stepping to the lightwe seethe world beyond our limited perspectiveblinking with our hands cupped above our eyesshakingnaked … Continue reading we were born in the dirt
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Poetry Reading – “There’s None Compares to You”
Originally published April 8, 2018, this piece speaks to the incomparable beauty found in love, the dissolution of all else in light of that we have come to adore. "There's None Compares to You" - Recorded 2/27/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “There’s None Compares to You”
Where the Sun Does Not Reach
"Where the Sun Does Not Reach" - Recorded 2/22/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I want to crawl on my hands and kneesthrough dirty, sandy spaces,accessed only by those who knowthe way,where the sun does not reachand never will,where the shadows are dominant,light scatters,afraid,the world above,apart,untilthe walls collapseandthe world belowis but … Continue reading Where the Sun Does Not Reach
But Somehow I Can Still Breathe
"But Somehow I Can Still Breathe" - Recorded 12/28/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I amBeneath the azure seaAnd I amSinking down slowlyDrawn belowCovered with snake-like weeds But somehowI can stillBreathe I amAmongst the dirt and wormsAnd I amRotting from insideDead weightRiddled with disease and germs But somehowI can stillBreathe I … Continue reading But Somehow I Can Still Breathe
To Find the Divine
"To Find the Divine" - Recorded 12/27/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you only get dressed up to be seen?Haven’t you heard?You are a king;You are a queen.You are…Somewhere in between. Face thick withHeavy Makeup,Dripping and fallingDirtying the sheets,And no-one there to see. But pay no mind,You'll see in time:You … Continue reading To Find the Divine
Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
A Waiting World
Ice grey trail Stonework cracked All smiling and white from fallen snow But beneath You are still Dirt and worms Moss and grass A waiting world Stories Hold for Sunlight summer
From Dust to Dirt and Back 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
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
Subject to Decay
In the beginning There was a light And in the end There will be nothing At times We can grow so focused On one or the other That we forget That the space between is where We live and breathe Where joy and beauty are found Just the same as pain and misery That we … Continue reading Subject to Decay