Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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
"Hope" - Recorded 12/24/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them 20/20 (eyes)mirrorstill (not calm)only self (not -care)centered (now self-)deception (still self- (not calm))found love (as art)shadow box lifepinned to (too)as butterfly (dreaming)at times (awake) ego (death)selfnew (self)ego (death)selfnew (self)8 life (ends)death (begins)eyes (open)self (you)you (self) Hope. Artwork featured by Benjamin Wuest (Condensed … Continue reading Hope.
The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
Often Conflict Beauty Hope Where two lines meet
The Oarfish has arisen From its home beneath the waves It journeys from the shadowed depths To the surface to be safe It feels the earth's vibrations In the silence where it dwells And in this way knows many secrets Which it can nor will ever tell The Oarfish has arisen Board the windows Lock … Continue reading The Oarfish Has Arisen
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
In darker moments It is hard to see Beyond the shadows Which fill the room Crawling out From every corner From beneath the furniture Falling from the ceiling and pouring out over the carved wooden molding that lines the walls Fear is born of uncertainty Of what we cannot see Far more than what we … Continue reading In the Dark of Night
What is Has not always been Just as what is not May have once been We are all here For such a limited period of time Able to observe and understand So little Of what is possible We wait Hoping That some day We may interact With something greater Bigger than ourselves Important With meaning … Continue reading Towards Where We are Meant to Be
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 