Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The seventh in a set of NINE. All NINE pieces can be found at https://objectsanddistance.com/tag/manybecomingonebecomingmanycollection/ Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "There is a Sun" - Recorded 07/21/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them There is a sunWarmthBare skin beneath IFall to kneesGrateful YetCloudsRain and thunderstormsStreaks on the glass between There is a … Continue reading There is a Sun
And if all these friends are not the young and beautiful women they portray themselves as,If they are middle-age men in small rooms with a flickering lightbulb shining down on a yellowed keyboard,I should hope I would love them even still,More perhaps;Do not scammers and catfish need love too? What line is to be drawn … Continue reading Forgive and Be Kind
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
Captured prior For too long By the gaze of The dark Peering now into The light I'd rather go blind Than forsake sight Rather live Another day Than exist through Another night Rather nothing stare back Than something else Not quite real Not quite Right Lost in thought But not for good Promise me You … Continue reading Lost in Thought
In the late night hours Eyes search for Semblance of form In shadows Moving Strange how What obscures is not Darkness But rather The absence of light Preference for Moonlit paths Over Intermittent incandescent The dim glow Faithful companion A second set of Azure irises Longing both To see and To be seen Strange how … Continue reading Beneath the Same Midnight Gaze
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
Oh star 'round which I turn, Don't you know by now That whilst I am captured by Your luminescent gaze You own me But even washed in white We cannot ever hope to remove The intrinsic flurry of shadow life that resides behind These azure eyes In the same way I Can never hope to … Continue reading Not Wild, Neither Frantic
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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