Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) "A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
I sometimes imagine death And that which follows as Years and years and years of Being torn apart, Current manifestation of Whole self Becoming So many Satellite selves Splayed across the universe, Each finding their way through All of the edges and bends Of time And space And chance, Collecting and coagulating In small huddled … Continue reading An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart
All the world waits For you Though surely there are times Where it may feel Like it is just beyond your reach A realm unto itself To be observed But not to be interacted with Know this That you are Not alone There is so much that is not understood About this place which we … Continue reading All the World Waits
So now we move From the warmth of summer days To the cool chill of autumn evenings As the leaves on the trees begin to lose their color And fall to the Earth once more We proceed Hand in hand Towards a new horizon Each and every day Leaving behind The seasons that have passed … Continue reading On the Remnants of What Has Come Before
The moon is melting again See it Dripping through the tops of the trees Cascading down through the branches Into silver pools Sinking even further Beneath the soil And into the roots themselves So that soon All will be luminescent Glowing With the captive light of the daytime sun But without the crescent on high … Continue reading The Sky is Dark, Save for the Distant Stars
Combing through Remnants Of what was Finding Nothing Wondering If there was ever anything here To begin with Or if this is all Just a lie We tell ourselves That we might close our eyes And have something to forget There is no such thing as the past Now is all that is But now … Continue reading Choice and Trust
Oh, formless void That lies Behind auburn eyes You hold such power in that realm Yet you know not the responsibility that comes as such And so your power weakens With every effort you make To exert control Spectre still Remnant only You are not whole You are not well And never will be So … Continue reading Spectre Still, Remnant Only
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 