Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"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
Some moments Are never lost But live on In memories We should hope That the memories we forge Are those based On times of joy And moments of progress As well as those That help to remind us where it is we came from And the choices we have made The risks that were taken … Continue reading Some Moments
There are still And perhaps there always will be Periods in which All that is Fades away Leaving only grey In these times It can feel Like there is little left As we struggle to find Meaning and purpose Some semblance of what was In a world far removed All we have come to know … Continue reading With Only Absence
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
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
Oh, how relentless, the passage of time As leaves once green with the warmth of the summer sun now fade and fall And a chill pervades the air we draw from the dim stillness How I remember the days we first shared The crisp crackle of frozen snow beneath our feet And the howling of … Continue reading The Passage of Time
Someone turned the page The lines here aren't the same Landscape re-arranged But the story has not changed.
When they try To define for you The landscape in which you belong And the borders thereof Respond Not with words Rather With wings
How these words A trickle at times Come like a flood at others Washing through Washing over This landscape scattered With the relics that compose The very essence Of all we are That all else Might drift slowly out of sight To ignore Or attempt to divert The waters that rise Is to be caught … Continue reading The Culmination of Light and Darkness that Surrounds Us
I am not here I cannot tell you where I am For I do not quite know Myself Do you believe in me? Do you believe in you? Do you believe in the now? I can't really say if I do Though it is just as well Sometimes the question Does not beget an answer … Continue reading Remnants of a Landscape We Once Knew
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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