in a room without windows

"in a room without windows" - Recorded 2/11/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them to seea light where there is noneblessedto observe as wellan absence ofin abundanceknowing darkness is not light aslight is not darknessyetwithout onethe other cannot be in a room without windowslight enters onlythrough wired bulbs or flickering wicksillumination by … Continue reading in a room without windows

those clouds which were on the horizon

"those clouds which were on the horizon" - Recorded 1/4/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them those clouds which were on the horizon…how they inspired fear in your heart! "surely" you thought "what was once a sunny day will shortly be no longer so"and how soon this proved to beas the shadows … Continue reading those clouds which were on the horizon

Poetry Reading – “Objects, and the Distance Between Them”

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”

Hope.

"Hope" - Recorded 12/24/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them 20/20 (eyes)mirrorstill (not calm)only self (not -care)centered (now self-)deception (still self- (not calm))found love (as art)shadow box lifepinned to (too)as butterfly (dreaming)at times (awake) ego (death)selfnew (self)ego (death)selfnew (self)8 life (ends)death (begins)eyes (open)self (you)you (self) Hope. Artwork featured by Benjamin Wuest (Condensed … Continue reading Hope.

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)