Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The second in a set of NINE. Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "Beneath the White Moon" - Recorded 06/14/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Shattered / scattered,Just like you,Scared to move, too,To breakThrough / freeCaught in thisMonotonous routine, like"Misery is comfortable when the alternative is unknown." "Certainty:"What a lie,Worse than … Continue reading Beneath the White Moon
Originally published March 31, 2018, this piece was part of a series of prompts and responses that I requisitioned from friends and family. The prompt, via an old family friend named Heidi Whitney, was "Quantum Science and Morphic Resonance", and my task was to write a poem to capture these concepts. "Quantum Science and Morphic … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Quantum Science and Morphic Resonance”
Last night, I dreamt Of someone who loved me, Someone who Wanted me To be something, To be anything More To them But then you, Yes, you Told them To go home Yes, you told them to "go home", You said this wasn't their home And they were welcome no more, Whether you meant it, … Continue reading I Dreamt Last Night of Someone Who Wanted to Send My Love Away
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
I find myself in awe At the relentless procession of days and months How even the seconds and minutes Which seem at times too minuscule And like sand between fingers slip from perception Pile up one after another Until Before we have even realized it Half of our lives have fallen behind us And we … Continue reading A Reflection on the Passage of Time
In darker moments It is hard to see Beyond the shadows Which fill the room Crawling out From every corner From beneath the furniture Falling from the ceiling and pouring out over the carved wooden molding that lines the walls Fear is born of uncertainty Of what we cannot see Far more than what we … Continue reading In the Dark of Night
My dear It may seem That there are more difficulties Each and every day New obstacles arise Just as the old ones have been overcome Anxiousness and uncertainty Come and go As waves onto weather-beaten shores Tearing without remorse At sands that have held for so long But you have faced so many dark days … Continue reading Each and Every Day
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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