Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For those days. “We Feel in Waves” – Recorded 11/07/2022 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them We feel in waves. At times, they lap at the shores of our heart, cool and calm, manageable. At others, they crash loudly, roaring and pounding down upon us, threatening as they do any semblance of … Continue reading We Feel in Waves
Based on a conversation with a new and old, near, dear, and very far friend, Клавдия, from Russia. For all those we pass so many times in this journey through the cosmic void. "We Turn, Just as the Earth" - Recorded February 8, 2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We turn, … Continue reading We Turn, Just as the Earth
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
How many times have I Prayed for death? For life? I hope God understands my seemingly contradictory appeals... Patiently humming and biding time Until the pendulum swings back again, Or until I see once more that it never moved in the first place, That it was my perception -Based on my limited perspective- Which … Continue reading Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
So the day has passed And now I sit Contemplative Resting in the comfort and stillness of the night air Watching As shadows move across the ceiling above As the walls hold strong in their resolve to remain I listen To the gentle sound of the wind And can hear as well Passing cars Laughter … Continue reading The Hum of a City Waiting
I want to run Through the dark and into the forest beyond To keep pace with the coyotes To ride the columns of air that carry the crows high above the tallest trees I have never quite felt at home Here amongst the bright lights and ticking clocks Always missing Something I want to return … Continue reading Always Missing Something
Somewhere At some point in time Far from where we stand There is nothing An inconceivable paradox Of vast formlessness Yet all too familiar in concept Represented endlessly In the magnetic hum I cannot help But wonder At the prevalence Of such a distant notion When we die Will we deviate and disperse As rays … Continue reading Nothing
On a cool, misty morning In the early Autumn I can feel the crisp air rushing against my cheek As the world slowly rises around me From its bed of the night before To a day filled with the voices of so many Eager to begin Eager to know what it means to be alive … Continue reading On a Cool, Misty Morning
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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