{"id":15046,"date":"2023-12-13T14:06:28","date_gmt":"2023-12-13T12:06:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15046"},"modified":"2023-12-24T09:40:38","modified_gmt":"2023-12-24T07:40:38","slug":"poem-by-jim-piatt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15046","title":{"rendered":"poem by James G. Piatt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Being<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Being is. Being is in-itself. <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Being is what it is. | <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Jean-Paul Sartre<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Inhaling the last breath of the day\u2019s<br \/>\ndwindling hours, an aging man\u2019s<!--more--><br \/>\nthoughts laden with profound questions<br \/>\nand tainted with the odor of wilting<br \/>\nwildflowers molded thoughts into<br \/>\ngrotesque dark configurations. He then<br \/>\nset out with on singular task: knowing<br \/>\nthe nature of his shadow.<\/p>\n<p>A voice unknown except in the darkness<br \/>\nof ancient mythos whispered the facts of<br \/>\ndeath into his mind, which was full of<br \/>\nsorrows, and painted with haunting<br \/>\nmemories of bleached bones that lived in<br \/>\nthe mutations of the unseen. Trails tears<br \/>\nheard in the sky, melted into vats of<br \/>\nsorrow, as heaven wept. Awakened by<br \/>\nthe darkness of his troubles, they echoed<br \/>\nsadness back into his mind, allowing<br \/>\nneedles to sing into his bones.<\/p>\n<p>Aided by the stolen songs of a<br \/>\nmockingbird, as was foretold by echoes<br \/>\nof his shadow, unsung thoughts that told<br \/>\nthe story about the false saccharine<br \/>\nquality of life, became gorged with<br \/>\nvestiges of unreality like the sap of<br \/>\nmaple trees, dripping sweetness into<br \/>\nwounded mouths agape with agony and<br \/>\nawe, the shadow displayed the<br \/>\nparadoxical incongruity that was<br \/>\nwhispered across his lost broken dreams.<\/p>\n<p>His thoughts exploded in a path going<br \/>\nnowhere sending pain into the wounds<br \/>\ncaused by shards of despair piercing his<br \/>\nfragile sense of corporeality. Trying to<br \/>\nescape, he scratched rhyming symbols on<br \/>\nocean waves of ancient archetypes flying<br \/>\natop ocean waves, made blue by the<br \/>\nFisherman\u2019s breath.<\/p>\n<p>After his mind had fallen into the icy<br \/>\nwaves of misfortunes, the moral<br \/>\nimperatives of ought expanded like a<br \/>\nballoon filled with haste, and the pain of<br \/>\nhidden secrets once remembered was<br \/>\nilluminated. His thoughts shape-shifted<br \/>\nover mental paths that faded into<br \/>\nconjurings of dark magic, and his<br \/>\nyearnings fled into the middle of a<br \/>\nstream of metaphors where images<br \/>\nfloated in a river of the illusionary. Then,<br \/>\nas the haunting hours swept away his<br \/>\nmemories, the strange journey into his<br \/>\nbeing melted into insanity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Being \u00a0 Being is. Being is in-itself. 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