Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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)
For Mo Mo, in Indonesia. "A Flower, In a City I Have Never Seen" - Recorded 3/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them A flowerIn a city I have never seenIs no less a flowerThan those in my own backyardAre no less flowersThan the finest roses in the most prestigious of gardens … Continue reading A Flower, In a City I Have Never Seen
For Merve. "The Flowers in Her Hair" - Recorded 1/26/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The flowers in her hairGreenLike the Earth when it is healthyA music that can only be felt and never heardA memoryDistant, yet distinctAmong all thingsVapor cloud fallenNowMystic 2 riseBlueClouds 2 gather nowNo stormStill windCalm, sereneFire 4CleansingAshen … Continue reading The Flowers in Her Hair
For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
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
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
In the distance I can see the mountains once more Their jagged peaks Thrust upwards Into the clouds Extending from the Earth below As if to challenge the sprawling sky above A reminder That though the air rests at a higher elevation It is not above the Earth by any means That there are natural … Continue reading I Can See the Mountains Once More
