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
Inspired by my wonderful Muse. The accompanying artwork was generated by ruDALLE, an AI conversion tool. "Fine White Thread" - Recorded 05/24/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The fine white thread likeSpider legs IFingers, bone and pearlGold no laid eggsPlan to peelShuck, an ugly wordPerfect for how I feelDirt underneath nails … Continue reading Fine White Thread
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
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
There was a time when our dreams Were just within reach There was nothing that could not be accomplished Nothing we could not attain And all that stood between What is and what could be Was our own imagination Now so many days have passed And it can feel Like all we have acquired Is … Continue reading Waiting to Be
Fade in… Fade out… Each day A bit further From the one which came before Each moon reflecting That much less Of the sun from which it's glow is gained Now the night Once distinct in the solitude it held Bleeds out through the thin rays of morning Hiding deep within the rolling grey For … Continue reading Always
There are days Where life seems to hide around every corner like a menace Waiting to strike when the time is right Waking up to darkness and frosted windows The day begins far too soon And by the time we at last return home The sun has set and the cold has crept once more … Continue reading Come What May, There Will be Another Day
On these cloudy, overcast days The grey flows down from above like rain Pouring over and seeping deep within All that can be seen From the tallest buildings in the heart of downtown To the fields and trees lining the windswept interstate The mind wanders And with it The unfolding events of the afternoon Stumbling … Continue reading On These Cloudy, Overcast Days
The veneer is cracking Worn thin Having served for so long now As the barrier between What is And what is thought to be So with eager eyes We all await The day when at last The mask it falls Shattered to the floor And at long last We may perceive With clarity and lucid … Continue reading From Dust to Dirt and Back Again
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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