Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend, Mary Luz, or "Malu", who you can find on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/alhamdulillah_djmalu/. This piece is dedicated to my dear Gullig, my Angie, and all we have experienced, the memories we have, and the blessing of one another's presence. "Hello" - Recorded 2/4/2022 - Auroraboros & … Continue reading Hello
"Proximity" - Recorded 01/24/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them It is snowing gently here, an even distribution of small, white flakes in all directions, as if there is a frozen fog slowly descending around my home.I cannot help but think of you, as I find myself doing almost always these days, … Continue reading Proximity
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
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
Tin roof raindrops,Words and sounds, fallingYour face,Dark cloud above and fog on the mirrorI reach, butI feel nothing.
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
Empty Feel like Something Not right Dead dreams Dark night Fog moon No light Sun rise New day New hope New way
Felt like A cold wind moving Hollow reeds on dripping bank Brace, step three feet left Resume Fog lifts Breathe Guided by The brightest star Only Soon seen as Just a streetlight Rising above the rest
The sun is always shining Whether it falls unobstructed through clear blue skies Or comes down obscured by clouds and intermittent objects Some days It is hard to remember that the sun still burns That there is anything but the grey The fog of daily life filling our lives Pouring over and into our very … Continue reading The Light that Has Always Been Shining Down
Auroraboros: Do seeds long for the soil in which their mothers set their roots? Or, does any fertile earth give sustenance as home and kin? So easily we forget the source, the foundation from which we first embarked. Eyes set on the horizon, we seek to set down roots all our own, Oft overlooking the … Continue reading Growth
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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