a crude apparatus

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

oh, mea culpa (8, again)

"oh, mea culpa (8, again)" - Auroraboros - Recorded 2/24/2021 - Objects, and the Distance Between Them wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)

💯

"💯" - Recorded 1/31/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Dose rockTick tockClick clackClap back No earnSlow burnTabletopTables turn 2, 46, 813421, 37, 9Red, BlackPurple, Blue Dance floorNot softTable topTop offShow allNo wallVeil thinAll fall Break throughMe youYou IWho knewRedoWe, newAll eyeDeep blue Begin:Thin sinNo lightNo spinNo darkNo grinNo eyesNo kin No … Continue reading 💯

Flowers in the Snow

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

A Dirty Sort of Clean

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

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)