{"id":66079,"date":"2020-06-27T14:18:16","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:18:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66079"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:18:16","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:18:16","slug":"coasting-with-consciousness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/coasting-with-consciousness\/","title":{"rendered":"Coasting With Consciousness"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I frolic in the garden of gods and goddesses<\/p>\n

with fairies and figments of my id.<\/p>\n

I frolic on roads with lotus flowers and chalices of rum,<\/p>\n

on pastoral roads with warm breezes, lack of scrutiny and amoral love.<\/p>\n

I stand naked in moonlight mist with arms outstretched<\/p>\n

defying smirking faces and complacent stares knowing full well<\/p>\n

it is my own judgment that matters.<\/p>\n

I have danced to a lyrical romanticism as my superego analyzed every step.<\/p>\n

That sweet pantheism rebels the Victorian ethic<\/p>\n

as it pushes the ideal into the lost dream where Arthur<\/p>\n

wandered and Prufrock lingered with Selwyn’s yellow eyes,<\/p>\n

wasting away in early decay.<\/p>\n

Birds are fed by the earth, free of karma.<\/p>\n

With clenched fists, I open fingers and fall asleep<\/p>\n

back in the forest, after the gods have turned to stone,<\/p>\n

and history has explained itself as fallen angels or ambitious egoists.<\/p>\n

I reckon the desire to kiss the abyss\"\"<\/p>\n

without falling into black waters, drunk on a temptation<\/p>\n

or an ease that might be heaven or a nu age<\/p>\n

or nothing new at all.\u00a0 And in the reckoning<\/p>\n

comes the answer, the snap-snap of sacred eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  I frolic in the garden of gods and goddesses with fairies and figments of my id. I frolic on roads with lotus flowers and chalices of rum, on pastoral roads with warm breezes, lack of scrutiny and amoral love. I stand naked in moonlight…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1362,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66079","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66079","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\/1362"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66079"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66079\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66269,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66079\/revisions\/66269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66079"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66079"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66079"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}