{"id":63972,"date":"2020-06-27T11:39:50","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:39:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63972"},"modified":"2020-06-28T07:51:46","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T11:51:46","slug":"all-bridges-eventually-collapse-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/all-bridges-eventually-collapse-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"All Bridges Eventually Collapse (Hour 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Two continents insist on their division,<br \/>\nrepelling, pulling father from the other.<br \/>\nTorrents of a deepening sea swelling between them,<br \/>\nwaves crashing without mercy upon each shore.<br \/>\nThe foundations that serve to uphold their connection<br \/>\nare built from the minerals of both worlds,<br \/>\nyet all bridges eventually collapse.<\/p>\n<p>Two hearts turn away from the center<br \/>\nimbittered, scarred, left to warm their own fires.<br \/>\nThe distance in her voice sequestered in her thoughts,<br \/>\nThe draw of his eyes dreaming in some other night,<br \/>\na living gravity severed, two compasses pulling apart<br \/>\nleading to separate shores of the same melancholic ocean<br \/>\nto wander through the ruins of the heart,<br \/>\nto scavenge amongst the rubble of the earth,<br \/>\nwhere all bridges eventually collapse.<\/p>\n<p>In the blood, there sings a voice,<br \/>\nbefore the branching arc of a vein,<br \/>\na drum that resonates with ancient thunder.<br \/>\nHistories, hearts, roads divaricate like bolts of lightning<br \/>\nin storms at sea, illuminating the truth of the night<br \/>\nwith blinding, holy light, instances of clarity too swift<br \/>\nto register in the mind, yet burning throughout the senses&#8212;<br \/>\nall bridges eventually collapse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Two continents insist on their division, repelling, pulling father from the other. Torrents of a deepening sea swelling between them, waves crashing without mercy upon each shore. The foundations that serve to uphold their connection are built from the minerals of both worlds, yet all&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63972","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63972","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63972"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63972\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64004,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63972\/revisions\/64004"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63972"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63972"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63972"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}