Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The eighth in a set of NINE. All NINE pieces can be found at https://objectsanddistance.com/tag/manybecomingonebecomingmanycollection/ Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "Substrate & Medium" - Recorded 07/23/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Arise // ascend:My love!In every living breath,Drawn freshOr maybe sketched,Etched;You are the substrate and medium,Palette from which to chooseA shade … Continue reading Substrate & Medium
The seventh in a set of NINE. All NINE pieces can be found at https://objectsanddistance.com/tag/manybecomingonebecomingmanycollection/ Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "There is a Sun" - Recorded 07/21/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them There is a sunWarmthBare skin beneath IFall to kneesGrateful YetCloudsRain and thunderstormsStreaks on the glass between There is a … Continue reading There is a Sun
Pull the shades down low, my loveOh, my love…My love which lies,Which lies, within,Without me, at times…A heart which beats as my own,A heart which beats as if my own,But set to a different tune… Pull the shades down low,Down low to the windowsill,Pull them low, that they might not see,That they might not see … Continue reading Pull the Shades Down Low, My Love
At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
She looks right at you like she's got Stained glass eyes You can't quite see through them But that's quite alright Light floats through as if sent Straight from the divine It warms my heart It Calms my mind She's got skin like a Sandy beach Shimmering above and Soft beneath With cool places where … Continue reading She’s Got
Oh star 'round which I turn, Don't you know by now That whilst I am captured by Your luminescent gaze You own me But even washed in white We cannot ever hope to remove The intrinsic flurry of shadow life that resides behind These azure eyes In the same way I Can never hope to … Continue reading Not Wild, Neither Frantic
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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