{"id":98681,"date":"2021-06-26T22:53:53","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T02:53:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=98681"},"modified":"2021-06-26T22:53:53","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T02:53:53","slug":"what-i-cannot-see","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/what-i-cannot-see\/","title":{"rendered":"What I Cannot See"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">A school of angels heralding the new creations,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">singing hallelujah to the truthfulness of prophecies.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Earlier, I watched a boy roping his body<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">with a living snake. Another&#8217;s hand snaking<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">the fur of a lion, unharmed.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Imagine the unimaginable:<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">see a snake in your pocket.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">In place of the sachet of water<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">you once hawked is a clan of scorpions.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Among what was written, nothing will sting<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and flesh would be disgusting<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">to those who once eat them.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Imagine a world without meat _<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">say beef. pork. kpomo.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Before this poem become a man, I&#8217;ve spent<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">a whole day walking forestlands for something wild<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">to scare me. Yesterday, it was the sea I dived into.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">If I had died, this poem wouldn&#8217;t be written.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">This poem: a library of imaginations to be sent to God<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">to show him how much I want Eden again.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A school of angels heralding the new creations, singing hallelujah to the truthfulness of prophecies. Earlier, I watched a boy roping his body with a living snake. Another&#8217;s hand snaking the fur of a lion, unharmed. Imagine the unimaginable: see a snake in your pocket&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98681","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98681","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\/1398"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98681"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98681\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":98685,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98681\/revisions\/98685"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}