Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
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 breathe; Let the cool air fill your lungs To be expelled back Into the aether from which it came Dissolving Into patterns unknown to the human eye But nonetheless present Just breathe; A steady motion A rhythm Driving the pulse within Fueled by Peaceful upheavals and harmonious discord All existing in the same space … Continue reading Just Breathe
When I feel Displaced From reality My tendency has always been To retreat To the world In my head There are mountains there Which only I can scale There are depths Which only I can swim There are spectres there as well… Which only I can see Formed of my own flesh and blood The … Continue reading Full Spectrum Burst
Darling, you don't need to say A word Your body says More than words could ever convey When I place my hands on Your shoulders Your calves Your smooth, but sweaty, feet Form disappears Replaced by Conversations In the void Dialogue between Flesh and flesh Guide me Show me the points where The pain has … Continue reading Communion in Skin
Visceral; Lofted vantage. Tendrils of Black and grey Reaching skyward to grasp Falling short… Fools! Your enemy stands before you: Eviscerate And return To embed once more Within blessed hearts- Reborn, Weapons dulled and Sheathed, To stand guard No longer to attack Within Knowing that there is a world beyond. No malice Within For there … Continue reading In Oblivion (Reprise)
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 