Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
relief – Recorded 04/03/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them notwithoutsome reckless, brokenfear, doubtself but clouta nuance of the viral so many spiralsignsor more like meaning inwhistle linesbirds on pinesorrow speak: dove ego peak, lovein crescendo aspuddles well, swellaboveno floor too lowthrough which for you to go, fall heart/wallhow to place, erase tracestart … Continue reading relief
The fifth in a set of NINE. Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "8/fold" - Recorded 06/25/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them 8/fold expanse ofWhat is God, if/than Love?Loss and life,Sky and falling like the heat before rain.Cutting like a good knife;Darling,I would,To eat your pain. What a laugh,A belly-ache and … Continue reading 8/fold
Part Two: A Place to Call My Own (Home 2) "An Expression of Self (Home 1)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them An expression ofSelfNot always pretty lines and floral printNot alwaysGreen grass and candles, lit Dark mass on dirt earth, feetThe smell of piss/sweat/breath/ taste meSalt and bits … Continue reading An Expression of Self (Home 1)
This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend soupie.r, who can be found on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/soupie.r/ It was a joy to work with you, soupie.r, and I hope we will have more future opportunities to create together. "Coda Darkness" - Recorded 3/7/2021 - Auroraboros and soupie.r - Objects, and the Distance Between … Continue reading Coda Darkness
"(you) can’t go through doors that aren't open" - Recorded 2/27/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them ran throughyouone twosun andmoon toorun tohallwayshoneycomb hivekeys to locksnewslidenever enterinsidekeep centertryto findother sidedon't hideno dry eyesno goodbyeson the slyno skyno godsno tiescut looseno bindnot to losemindnot to hold tightthat which craves lightfinding life in dark … Continue reading (you) can’t go through doors that aren’t open
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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