Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Beyond / Within - Created on Dream by Wombo Beyond / Within - Recorded 12/12/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Cracks,form and grow,spreading acrosslikedisease. Shattered. What lies beyond? |-| Frayed,the fabric rends,torn apartlikeeyelids. Opened wide. What lies within?
"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
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
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
The words spill out from time to time Like blood from an open wound Dark and thick against the backdrop Of shallow conversation There are terrors worse Than those we face in the waking world Horrors that haunt The empty moments The spaces between The noise and the silence When the pounding in our ears … Continue reading Like Blood From an Open Wound
The more tight our grasp On what we love The shorter now it seems to last We shall forget these things Until the bell, divided, rings And in its hollow sound The lines and words which we had prior found Now to which we're bound will sing Until this day arrives The voices we did … Continue reading Until the Bell, Divided, Rings
This poem is a prompt/response collaboration with Blackbird. To read the prompt she provided, visit Broken Glass (Part One: Prompt) Fragments of the shattered past Draw blood from eager bodies But with the most precise and delicate touch Shards allow Such precious glances Into what has been Not to be held too tightly Lest they … Continue reading Broken Glass (Part Two: Response)
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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