Feathered Wings – Auroraboros (Objects, and the Distance Between Them)

Feathered wings,
In turn,
Fold and
Melting like
A good sin
Where does
One end,
Where does,
The next begin?

Four flames,
Two twins,
Four candles,
Flicker now in the wind.

Warm air,
Blowing in,
Holding you,
Blowing out and blowing through.

Coast to coast,
Your ghost,
The part of us I miss the most.

Pinch of Earth,
In both hands,
From either pole,
Dry land.

Blown out,
Floating now,
Wait for…
The sedentary come down,
Hold strong,
Hold out;
No doubt,
Storm is coming anyhow.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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