Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This piece was inspired by a photo taken and posted by my newfound friend, Lukáš Kubinec, available on his Instagram (@lkubinec) at https://www.instagram.com/p/B_p5Bw_HPlg/ "perspectives on a damaged feather" - Recorded 3/3/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them fallen fromthe wing of an unknown birdmid-flightaloft in the converging currentsor perhaps during a practice … Continue reading perspectives on a damaged feather
Originally published March 13, 2018. "Drifting, Dancing" - Recorded 1/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/03/13/drifting-dancing/ She moves with grace and serene beautya veritable maelstrom of light and colordrifting throughthe vast and empty darknessher swirling dress … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Drifting, Dancing”
On this Christmas night The stars are shining bright The moon is full and beaming down A healthy cheer is all around The sound of song is in the air We gather round to show we care The snow is falling from the sky Drifting down from up so high The tree is lit and … Continue reading May This Year Your Peace be Found
We were born of fire and ash Rising from the dust of a former fate To take once more To the skies of life, material Lifted on the eternal currents Of time and space Drifting As it were In the distance between Moments far removed Searching for Now In the ambiguous flow Of then and … Continue reading We Were Born of Fire and Ash
In the heat of the fire's glow We watch the day's light come and then go The seconds turn to minutes turn to hours then they're gone The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long Evening turns to gloaming turns to darkness turns to dawn Amidst the calm of the falling snow … Continue reading In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow
Now the days grow short And the sun sleeps Resting As I often wish I could Preparing For the coming freeze The leaves begin to drop from their branches Leaving behind All that they have ever known Twisting and drifting in their descent Until at last they lay to rest upon the cool earth At … Continue reading In What Comes After the Storm
The more tight our grasp On what we love The shorter now it seems to last We shall forget these things Until the bell, divided, rings And in its hollow sound The lines and words which we had prior found Now to which we're bound will sing Until this day arrives The voices we did … Continue reading Until the Bell, Divided, Rings
There are some days Where I am unsure Quite how to act Quite where I am I find myself Lost in thought Drifting Between worlds My mind Elsewhere On these days I may appear Distant Uninterested But I can assure you I am anything but My mind Is focused On you On the details On … Continue reading Between Worlds
To give is to receive Life Can be made To hold meaning Beyond that which any words could capture For value is derived Not inherent Defined at will By those that conceive it Time is much the same In that our only evidence of it's existence Are it's effects observed Perceived and interpreted Within a … Continue reading On a Grand Scale
In the distance Thunder rolls But I can barely hear it Over the sound Of you Of us In motion as well Our reverberations produced By friction just the same By the pressing together Of two ethereal bodies Drifting Floating Aimlessly For so long Until finally They meet In a grand and majestic scene Replete … Continue reading Thunder
