Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"if only in your memories and dreams" - Recorded 12/06/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them someday, we will return to the Earth,a corpserotting oras ashes, scattered,but today…today we are alive.each and everybreath |loss |moment |suffering or joy,a blessing,a gift,to be cherishedwith a grateful heart,flowingas bloodthrough our being. so oftenwe weep,lament,that which … Continue reading if only in your memories and dreams
"Dirt, Leaves." - Recorded 2/28/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We are dirt, leaves. Niche teeth, like bamboo. All grains are "ancient grains". On the hill, with her feet in the mud, her tears were your tears, blood running down her cheek as the sky grew dark. There was a time … Continue reading Dirt, Leaves.
Well, today seemed the day to finally revisit the collaboration that started this all, the namesake of this blog and a catalyst for a massive change in our life. This piece was one of our first collaborations, and it was so fitting that it would be with perhaps the longest-running friend I've ever had, Riley … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Objects, and the Distance Between Them”
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
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
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
It is said We are born of the soil No more than dust made flesh Destined as such to return someday Scattered as it were To every corner of the turning Earth If this is so I should hope we may one day know What it is to rise and fall To move with the … Continue reading What It Is to Rise and Fall
Ashes scatter Then fall Evenly dispersed As so many flakes of falling snow On the otherwise barren soil Leaving behind The remains Of a memory
The moments that compose our lives So much like strands of straw And how hard we try To keep the pieces collected in one place so nicely Not bound so tight as to restrict their natural inclinations to remain distinct Neither left to float at the whim of the wind Sometimes I Grow so tired … Continue reading So Much Likes Strands of Straw
Someday I will die And all I have known and achieved Will be left behind A fragment of life Scattered over time Will I cease to be Or will my memory persist A spectre left of me An endless reverie Destined for entropy When it sets at last The sun behind the hills My shadow … Continue reading Scattered Over Time
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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