Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
absence/presence - Recorded 04/07/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them For every threshold crossed, yet another new arises;The falling of the moon beckons the day, just as the dying sun calls her back to rise once more.There is no stone that has forever gone unturned, no sky which has not seen a … Continue reading absence/presence
relief – Recorded 04/03/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them notwithoutsome reckless, brokenfear, doubtself but clouta nuance of the viral so many spiralsignsor more like meaning inwhistle linesbirds on pinesorrow speak: dove ego peak, lovein crescendo aspuddles well, swellaboveno floor too lowthrough which for you to go, fall heart/wallhow to place, erase tracestart … Continue reading relief
in the colors that I choose – Recorded 03/22/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them in the colors that I choose;that I might hold close and in embrace find,not only You, but Me, as well,hope,arising from and grounded in,but extending beyondthe moment,or whatever that might mean. mu, something like an inner shiver,tendons and … Continue reading in the colors that I choose
How many times have I Prayed for death? For life? I hope God understands my seemingly contradictory appeals... Patiently humming and biding time Until the pendulum swings back again, Or until I see once more that it never moved in the first place, That it was my perception -Based on my limited perspective- Which … Continue reading Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
The good days come And then go So quickly. At times We are left Wondering; Have our best days passed us by, Are they still to come, Or are we living them now?
We were born of fire and ash Rising from the dust of a former fate To take once more To the skies of life, material Lifted on the eternal currents Of time and space Drifting As it were In the distance between Moments far removed Searching for Now In the ambiguous flow Of then and … Continue reading We Were Born of Fire and Ash
It seems so long ago The night sky glowed above on cloudless nights Absorbed with fascination by wide and hopeful eyes Each and every star filled With purpose With wonder A line in a story which unfolded Time and time again Renewed once more at the setting of the sun But it would seem The … Continue reading The Path We Prior Trod
Outside The rain is falling And the sound of droplets against my window fills the room I lay Watching the water run down the glass The light from the street lamps illuminating each drop As the shadows play across the floor The air is cool And the oppressive moisture has gone Replaced with a gentle … Continue reading Between Then and Now
The moon is melting again See it Dripping through the tops of the trees Cascading down through the branches Into silver pools Sinking even further Beneath the soil And into the roots themselves So that soon All will be luminescent Glowing With the captive light of the daytime sun But without the crescent on high … Continue reading The Sky is Dark, Save for the Distant Stars
This piece is a collaboration with the ever-elusive Blackbird of the blog Wandering Thoughts. Text on the left (prompt) was written by Blackbird, while the text on the right (response) was written by Auroraboros. Enjoy! Days like these We realize just how quickly Not only the days pass, But the months and years as well. … Continue reading Days Like These
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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