{"id":99350,"date":"2021-06-27T01:23:03","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:23:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99350"},"modified":"2021-07-04T03:50:46","modified_gmt":"2021-07-04T07:50:46","slug":"hour-18-the-trickster","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-18-the-trickster\/","title":{"rendered":"HOUR 18 The Trickster"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Trickster<\/p>\n<p>The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his pledge,<br \/>\nAttended as my patient, faking closure,<br \/>\nAllowed me to see what he wanted me to see.<br \/>\nScales fall from my eyes, blinded by vanity,<br \/>\nArrogance\u2019s pride.<\/p>\n<p>The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his pledge,<br \/>\nA mask of irony worn to our first supper,<br \/>\nAllowed me to see what he wanted me to see,<br \/>\nYet guided my culinary feast, my plan anticipated.<br \/>\nHubris\u2019s guide.<\/p>\n<p>The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his turn,<br \/>\nTurning feigned paranoia into trust,<br \/>\nAllowed me to see what he wanted me to see.<br \/>\nManipulated the hunt, but his cold heart chose me.<br \/>\nDesire\u2019s disdain.<\/p>\n<p>The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his turn,<br \/>\nFogging my mind with self-doubt and fear,<br \/>\nAllowed me to see what he wanted me to see.<br \/>\nTwisted my hand, forced the game to proceed yet still,<br \/>\nChose me.<\/p>\n<p>The trickster Dyer-Bolique won with prestige,<br \/>\nEmbraced the test, for his friend he had no heed,<br \/>\nAllowed me to see what he wanted me to see.<br \/>\nPushed my weakened limits, possession his intention,<br \/>\nTricked me.<\/p>\n<p>The trickster Dyer-Bolique won with prestige,<br \/>\n\u2018In honor of a game won fairly and played well,<br \/>\nI surrender my life to my now captor\u2019s hands,<br \/>\nAnd only ask that the mercy in your heart does swell.\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Trickster The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his pledge, Attended as my patient, faking closure, Allowed me to see what he wanted me to see. Scales fall from my eyes, blinded by vanity, Arrogance\u2019s pride. The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his pledge, A mask of irony worn&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":278,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99350","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99350","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\/278"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99350"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99350\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99805,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99350\/revisions\/99805"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99350"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99350"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99350"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}