{"id":2673,"date":"2013-11-19T14:15:15","date_gmt":"2013-11-19T18:15:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=2673"},"modified":"2013-11-19T14:15:15","modified_gmt":"2013-11-19T18:15:15","slug":"the-future","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2013\/11\/19\/the-future.html","title":{"rendered":"The Future"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\tYou arrive at a point where<br \/>\nnothingness seems impossible.<br \/>\nNo death in a universe so active,<br \/>\nno tidy dismissal of eternal life when<br \/>\nfriction creates its own renewal.<\/p>\n<p>You uncover old shoes,<br \/>\nremembering how painful they were,<br \/>\nnot the comfort but the<br \/>\nmemory of bodies trampled,<br \/>\nflowers swallowed.<\/p>\n<p>I saw you in those shoes.<br \/>\nI mumbled to whoever was near:<br \/>\n&#8220;Greatness has punctured itself.<br \/>\nIt spits like a sailor into farthest moons,<br \/>\nhammering on nutshells,<br \/>\nrebounding like pachinko balls among<br \/>\nadolescent mistakes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Nobody heard me.<br \/>\nI reported the future with estimable accuracy<br \/>\nbut heat continued pouring through America,<br \/>\nrunning like blood through cavernous ghost towns.<br \/>\nThere will be multiple countries made of this nation,<br \/>\nmultiple enemies and powerless independences.<br \/>\nAll will remember but only for opportunity to<br \/>\nslam arguments into<br \/>\ntreacherously bored crawlspaces of<br \/>\nunheroic minds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You arrive at a point where nothingness seems impossible. No death in a universe so active, no tidy dismissal of eternal life when friction creates its own renewal. You uncover old shoes, remembering how painful they were, not the comfort but the memory of bodies trampled, flowers swallowed. I saw you in those shoes. I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2673","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-H7","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2673","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2673"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2673\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2673"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2673"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2673"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}