Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"to the bone" - Recorded 1/26/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them to the bone,feelchills, likefresh December snow,ice,frost on the windows,andI am as a bird,weightless,feathered to depart,to flyto you,whatever may come between,wherever you may be,in a small townor deep amidst the bustle of the city;I willwalk,run,dancewith you,hand in hand,we willkeep each otherwarm,safe,always;you … Continue reading to the bone
"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)
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
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)
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
The Oarfish has arisen From its home beneath the waves It journeys from the shadowed depths To the surface to be safe It feels the earth's vibrations In the silence where it dwells And in this way knows many secrets Which it can nor will ever tell The Oarfish has arisen Board the windows Lock … Continue reading The Oarfish Has Arisen
Some nights Even though you are by my side You are so far away At times I drift A vessel cast into the sea of self-doubt Filled with waves of fear Fear of what lies on that distant horizon Fear of what mistakes I will make Fear of the consequences of mistakes made Fear of … Continue reading You Are So Far Away
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 