Fading to an underscored reality,
\nUnfeeling of a bewildering history,
\nI Sink into the echoing<\/p>\n
Shhhhhh!<\/p>\n
murmers of stone walls,
\nHewn of stone with the sweat and the flesh of history.<\/p>\n
There would seem to be a presence of an unseen nature,
\nAlmost dream like. Perchance I should fall
\nAnd smash my elbow on the walls,
\nMy blood shall mingle with the sweat and flesh and stone
\nThat joins centuries past and present.
\nThe dream like qualities fade
\nAnd domineer. I fall.<\/p>\n
I would leave my blood as a solemn but sure connection
\nTo a future I dare not hide, but dare even less to show.
\nThat sweat and pain and toil had been left for me, in
\nSome other past,
\nWhere nothing was not the same, but for the
\nAddition of the sweat,
\nThe flesh and the stone.<\/p>\n
The time remained the same.
\nThe existence never changed.<\/p>\n
Only my blood changed, from being in the body to being
\nOn the wall.
\nMingling with the history that makes this present
\nSome other future,
\nAnd this future, just another past,
\nI stepped down.<\/p>\n
Descending the carved stairs, dry blood caked onto the elbow
\nAnd the wall that rended the skin,
\nHistoric echoes perceived, closing in,
\nDescending upon me as I descend the stairs of these catacombs.<\/p>\n
Whose hands toiled and sweated to make these walls and why?
\nSurely not for I, that I may venture here and
\nLeave my own bloody streaks upon arms and walls.
\nSurely not for those who would come after me.
\nPerhaps for those who went before,
\nPerhaps for themselves.<\/p>\n
Some legacy sent these people underground –
\nYet I question my own assumptions.
\nSome aspirations of security,
\nSome driving fear – but fear not now,
\nThe warrants of those fears are long gone,
\nDeep within the walls,
\nDeep down these stairs.<\/p>\n
I stumble upon the bones of others who had gone before.
\nThese bones, were they walking up or down these stairs?
\nWere they leaving, afraid of what they’d found?
\nOr were they entering, knowing not what they’d find?
\nThey never made it, either way.<\/p>\n
The grim terror grips, wrenches my soul
\nAs with one almighty gasp I am lost in darkness.
\nAm I ascending, or descending these stairs?
\nStricken thus, now I’ll wait until<\/p>\n
SHHHHH!<\/p>\n
murmers of another time
\nTell me where I am going, and of what went on.
\nI shall bear witness to what went on,
\nFor I am responsible.<\/p>\n
Now I am drawn here,
\nNow I am trapped here.
\nFuture and past mingle into one overwhelming present,
\nStreaming blood and sweat and stone through time.<\/p>\n
Justice will be served.<\/p>\n
I have been sentenced.
\nMy blood through time.<\/p>\n
I wait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Fading to an underscored reality,
Unfeeling of a bewildering history,
I Sink into the echoing<\/p>\n
Shhhhhh!<\/p>\n
murmers of stone walls,
Hewn of stone with the sweat and the flesh of history.<\/p>\n
There would seem to be a presence of an unseen nature,
Almost dream like. Perchance I should fall
And smash my elbow on the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-poems","category-social"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/999","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=999"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1000,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/999\/revisions\/1000"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}