Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The juxtaposition with today's daily piece is in no way intentional, at least not on my part... Life is strange. "A Spectre" - Recorded 1/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/02/24/a-spectre/ Last nightAs a lay helplessI … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “A Spectre”
Feathered wings,In turn,Fold andSlow-burn,Melting likeA good sinWhere doesOne end,Where does,The next begin? Four flames,Two twins,Four candles,Flicker now in the wind. Warm air,Blowing in,Holding you,Blowing out and blowing through. East-west,Coast to coast,Your ghost,The part of us I miss the most. Pinch of Earth,In both hands,From either pole,North/South,Dry land. Blown out,Floating now,Wait for…The sedentary come down,Hold strong,Hold … Continue reading Feathered Wings
On this The day all spirits rise The dead will walk So stay inside Lock all your doors And windows tight Beware the dark Stay in the light The shadows move All through the night Something is here Something's not Quite… Right…
I have been drawn Into that dark, dark light Too many times Too soon I must remember The warmth of the summer sun How it falls so effortlessly On my grateful skin I must remember How very small I really am And how little I have seen Of what remains in store When at last … Continue reading Into that Dark, Dark Light
Oh, formless void That lies Behind auburn eyes You hold such power in that realm Yet you know not the responsibility that comes as such And so your power weakens With every effort you make To exert control Spectre still Remnant only You are not whole You are not well And never will be So … Continue reading Spectre Still, Remnant Only
Last night As a lay helpless I watched as my memories dissolved before my eyes. I saw you Outlined in white Break apart And scatter to the wind, Your hand outstretched. I watched my thoughts My dreams My future Break away like melting ice And drift into the endless sea Of time. I still dream … Continue reading A Spectre
