Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For those days. “We Feel in Waves” – Recorded 11/07/2022 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them We feel in waves. At times, they lap at the shores of our heart, cool and calm, manageable. At others, they crash loudly, roaring and pounding down upon us, threatening as they do any semblance of … Continue reading We Feel in Waves
"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
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
In the world today There is a yawning But it is not from lack of sleep… Rather, Too many have slept for far too long And are waking to see That the world has changed And that they must adapt to survive. I stepped out into the world today Without ever leaving the house, I … Continue reading In the World Today
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
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
Stories and lore! Stories and lore! How could We have forgotten Stories and lore?!
The cold slips in Through the thin sheets of glass which separate What lies within From the outer world And over time A chill is felt As hairs stand on end A warning A call for warmth and a reminder That harsh conditions exist Just inches from the space we inhabit Inhospitable Unfriendly Improbable and … Continue reading The Cold Slips In
On a cold day in January I watch As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground Softly Retaining their elegant structure To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth Even in distribution A reflection In so many ways Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it's fragile form In time The … Continue reading On a Cold Day in January
I have come to believe, or at least suspect, that one of the many major flaws with our current social structure and indeed our current status as a race of human beings that will be uncovered by future generations (should there be any), is that there is a serious lack of positive interaction, perhaps able … Continue reading On the Value of Positive Interaction Between Dissimilar Entities, or The Unfolding Tragedy of the Modern Human Interplay
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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