Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
a crude apparatus – Recorded 03/20/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them cobbled likedinner when you don't careso much forthe finer things asgetting somethingin your reluctant stomachasidebile and a metallic ringing. staringstraight through and upto your chestnot for the soft spacesbut rather the cold and hardened space withinsomething like a knotthrough which once … Continue reading a crude apparatus
For You. "Your worth" - Recorded 2/12/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them lay awakestill feel in a dreamday to breakno fright in headfor night spentinstead excitementfor light and bright dayspraise sentstill will sleep but no wastewill keep you alwaysthere's no hasteto speed our pacei just needto seea smile on your facebut … Continue reading Your worth
"Meal" - Recorded 3/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them A mealButNot to feedStillMouthsTonguesButNotWith teethAll of meOnAll of youAll of youOnAll of meI tasteYour breathOnYour kissSweetI feelYour breastsMy handsWe danceYou leadYour hairMy chestNo rest butAt peaceIn bed yetNo sleepMy mouthYour neckYour hipsYour lipsYourCurled feetSplayedOnWetSheetsI riseTo meetYour callYour needYour nailsMy backBreak skinI bleedYou … Continue reading Meal
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
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
In this life it seems We are given Many precious objects and memories Which we treasure And love Above All but those We hold dear It would seem That what is precious Does not remain But rather traverses The dunes of time To be encountered and cherished But never to be taken As fixed We … Continue reading That Which Does Not Waver
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
This piece is a collaboration between myself and Blackbird of the blog Wandering Thoughts. Blackbird: I can only hope To never forget This moment Your eyes A more vibrant Brilliant hue Than that Fresh open Mountain sky. The clear air Rustling our shirts And your dark Perfect ringlets That others may Mistakenly describe As messy … Continue reading Such Precious Substrates As These
Observe These hands And the arms that hold them Do not own you Do not restrain you When they press down upon Your form (oblique) Radiant in shadow of My presence (obelisk) Rather These appendages... Subdue All of your darkness All of the demons Obscure and powerless spectres Brought to their knees Against the force … Continue reading All Else: Oblivion
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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