{"id":491,"date":"2018-04-15T23:23:01","date_gmt":"2018-04-16T03:23:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/?p=491"},"modified":"2018-04-15T23:23:01","modified_gmt":"2018-04-16T03:23:01","slug":"ropes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/2018\/04\/15\/ropes\/","title":{"rendered":"ROPES"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>by JAMES<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Strangling<br \/>\nRopes swing around me, almost strangling me<br \/>\nI was born into a big web surrounding me<br \/>\nDropped head first into a world built on how tightly can your ropes be strung<br \/>\nIt was really confusing<br \/>\nNoises, voices telling me to cast out my ropes to my neighbors<br \/>\nI was unsure of this, so I acted like it<br \/>\nI sent out enough not to be consumed by the void below<br \/>\nBut I sent out thread<br \/>\nEnough to make contact, but no need to tug<br \/>\nOver the years, I\u2019ve commandeered my own strings<br \/>\nNever really sent any out, the select few<br \/>\nBut I feel the need to grab when people need another anchor<br \/>\nI let one go once<br \/>\nI felt sick, guilty<br \/>\nBut I can\u2019t hold on to this one<br \/>\nI watched it as long as I good, spiral away<br \/>\nI hope it got tethered, I think it did<br \/>\nI can still barely see it, like a dot, a speck in the dark<br \/>\nBut I gotta move on<br \/>\nI run around these strings like trapeze artist, scooping up these loose strings<br \/>\nI\u2019ll hold onto my own, thank you very much<br \/>\nI don\u2019t trust you to have them<br \/>\nI\u2019ll just stuff them into my pockets, make room for others strings<br \/>\nRunning around, grabbing strings, making my way around<br \/>\nSometimes I need to get at strings just slightly out of reach<br \/>\nSo I can just hop around off other strings when needed<br \/>\nThey won\u2019t barely feel it<br \/>\nI\u2019m not using them, just borrowing them<br \/>\nSometimes I want something to happen<br \/>\nAll it takes is to pull a few people\u2019s strings<br \/>\nSimple as that<br \/>\nBut I gotta pull them the right direction<br \/>\nEasy peasy<br \/>\nSwinging people through this void<br \/>\nA different, unseen layer of our world<br \/>\nAn ether<br \/>\nWhere I thrive, the cold, unseen vacuum of our world<br \/>\nIt\u2019s ok, I like the cold<br \/>\nAnd I know how to navigate, so stop worrying about me<\/p>\n<p>Well, one day, I was doing my regular old thing, when I was suddenly transported<br \/>\nA new part of my void I hadn\u2019t been before<br \/>\nNew ropes, dangling around me I went around, tugged a few<br \/>\nNone felt sturdy enough to get me where I wanted to go<br \/>\nI hopped around, swinging but never getting far enough<br \/>\nUntil one day, a new rope<br \/>\nIt was like a cold, steel I grabbed on<br \/>\nGave it a tug<br \/>\nAnd suddenly<\/p>\n<p>Whoosh<\/p>\n<p>I fly through the air<br \/>\nYanked into the sky<br \/>\nFlying through the air<br \/>\nBut here\u2019s the strange thing I don\u2019t fight it<br \/>\nI felt content, flying through the air<br \/>\nI was headed where I needed to go<br \/>\nUp, up, through the ceiling I\u2019ve always known<br \/>\nAnd there was a man<br \/>\nOld, and young<br \/>\nAt the same time<br \/>\nThere, he had a shovel<br \/>\nDigging holes, all around<br \/>\nHoles in his world<br \/>\nWrapped around his waist, a silver rope<br \/>\nCold, like steel, but worth all the more<br \/>\nThere I found a strange new world<br \/>\nA large field, hills of grass, never ending<br \/>\nA place beyond comprehension<br \/>\nI sat down<br \/>\nHe sat next to me<br \/>\nAnd we watched the sun lower into the world below<br \/>\nAnd the day ends<br \/>\nI check the time<br \/>\nFour ones<br \/>\nTime for me to return to my own world<br \/>\nSo I slip back down, and return to my business<br \/>\nBut I had to make sure we would meet again<br \/>\nHe\u2019s holding something for me<br \/>\nTrailing behind me, reaching into the world above<br \/>\nA single rope\u2026 my rope<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by JAMES<\/p>\n<p>Strangling<br \/> Ropes swing around me, almost strangling me<br \/> I was born into a big web surrounding me<br \/> Dropped head first into a world built on how tightly can your ropes be strung<br \/> It was really confusing<br \/> Noises, voices telling me to cast out my ropes to my neighbors<br 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