Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The eighth in a set of NINE. All NINE pieces can be found at https://objectsanddistance.com/tag/manybecomingonebecomingmanycollection/ Artwork generated by CrAIyon (formerly DALL-E mini). "Substrate & Medium" - Recorded 07/23/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Arise // ascend:My love!In every living breath,Drawn freshOr maybe sketched,Etched;You are the substrate and medium,Palette from which to chooseA shade … Continue reading Substrate & Medium
This piece is a guide, a chart to which I refer often to ensure that I am on course, and it seemed natural to revisit it for my daily reading today. I have often felt like I am lost, and, after returning to these words, and comforted to know that, despite the chaos I find … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “A Statement of Purpose”
For you. Yes, you. 💙 For us. That we might be. "we" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them *frum* *frum* *frum* from here,below the stale, dry airdown beneath the thin line betweenabove andbelowthe static of the world fadesand is replaced bythisthe heartsteadyand indifferentto whether it is heardor notyetnot unfeelingnot … Continue reading we
Some day we shall all find rest On a sandy ocean floor As a whale carcass, picked clean By octopi and other such creatures Our name // our journey // our story Unknown Absent in Articles which focus instead on The life which is sustained By that which we once were A spectacle Wonder to … Continue reading For What We Left Behind
To sleep is not always to dream. Why then Do we assume that to dream We must always be sleeping? We have seen the vacant look in the eyes of Colleagues, Friends, Strangers on the Green Line train; We have wandered the empty hallways and corridors of buildings vacant all other human life, A curious … Continue reading To Sleep is Not Always to Dream
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
The dying sun Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue And for a moment Everything else fades away And I am left searching for my lungs Searching for the feeling I know is there But cannot quite place into words A sentimental sort of glow That makes its way through my body From my … Continue reading An Elusive Clarity
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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