{"id":17568,"date":"2016-08-13T09:46:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:46:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17568"},"modified":"2016-08-13T13:41:58","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:41:58","slug":"the-end-is-the-beginning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-end-is-the-beginning\/","title":{"rendered":"The End Is The Beginning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the beginning there was darkness<br \/>\nNot darkness as in the absence of light,<br \/>\nBut the thick, velvety, primordial darkness of creation<br \/>\nThe darkness that gives birth to galaxies, suns<br \/>\nThe dark chaotic cacophony of the all-that-is<br \/>\nThe deep black soil from which life draws it&#8217;s essence<\/p>\n<p>For eons,<br \/>\nFor time immortal,<br \/>\nThe darkness oozed, encompassing everything<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s expanse unopposed,<br \/>\nThe pregnant Void stretching boundaries of infinity to wrap back around and swallow itself whole<br \/>\nNo juxtaposition, just a closed loop,<br \/>\nMobius<br \/>\nOuroboros<br \/>\nThe endless Celtic knot<\/p>\n<p>The darkness, Erebus, Kek, grew tired<br \/>\nGrew tired of it&#8217;s self-consumption<br \/>\nGrew tired of itself<br \/>\nGrew tired of the endless expanse of blackness<br \/>\nGrew tired of containing all the answers, all the mysteries<br \/>\nGrew tired of being so utterly full and so utterly empty,<br \/>\nSo utterly connected but so utterly incomplete<\/p>\n<p>Tired of a solitary existence for all eternity,<br \/>\nThe darkness collapsed upon itself with such immensity, such pressure and power that the all-encompassing-all-that-is imploded with a force that illuminated everything<\/p>\n<p>Illuminated the complexity,<br \/>\nThe juxtapositions,<br \/>\nThe\u00a0 dichotomies,<br \/>\nThe dualities,<br \/>\nThe reign of primordial darkness ended<br \/>\nWith the advent of Light<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the beginning there was darkness Not darkness as in the absence of light, But the thick, velvety, primordial darkness of creation The darkness that gives birth to galaxies, suns The dark chaotic cacophony of the all-that-is The deep black soil from which life draws&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":781,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17568","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17568","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/781"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17568"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17568\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18038,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17568\/revisions\/18038"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}