{"id":8895,"date":"2024-11-15T16:41:14","date_gmt":"2024-11-15T23:41:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8895"},"modified":"2024-11-15T16:41:14","modified_gmt":"2024-11-15T23:41:14","slug":"the-death-of-light","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8895","title":{"rendered":"The Death of Light"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong>Simon MacCulloch<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"\">Above a sheen of estuary, below a cloud-clod sky<br>Is where the light comes crawling when its time has come to die,<br>And spend itself in spasms on the silken ebb-tide waste<br>Until its dancing glimmers lapse, dissolved to muddy paste.<br>In sunless gulfs an unlit moon goes bobbing blindly by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"\">So now the scene is set for what was separate to merge<br>In mindless dim fulfilment of the primal cosmic urge<br>To be itself, the way it was before the great delusion<br>Of ordering perception marred the peace of perfect fusion;<br>All contrast, conflict, draining in a slow liquescent purge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"\">And that is how the hapless parts become the happy whole,<br>Denying the distinctions of a body or a soul;<br>The undistinguished lump that is existence in the raw,<br>Through which, with probing snout and gloss-black fur and scooping claw,<br>A god who\u2019ll never speak again comes burrowing like a mole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n&nbsp;\n\n\n\n<hr\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"\"><strong>SIMON MACCULLOCH<\/strong>\u00a0lives in London. His poems live in\u00a0<em>Reach Poetry, The Dawntreader, Spectral Realms, Aphelion, Black Petals, Grim and Gilded, Ekstasis, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Ephemeral Elegies, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Emberr, View from Atlantis, Altered Reality, The Sirens Call, The Chamber Magazine, I Become the Beast, Lovecraftiana, Awen<\/em>\u00a0and elsewhere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Simon MacCulloch Above a sheen of estuary, below a cloud-clod skyIs where the light comes crawling when its time has come to die,And spend itself in spasms on the silken ebb-tide wasteUntil its dancing glimmers lapse, dissolved to muddy paste.In &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=8895\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":8894,"menu_order":1,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-8895","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P15duy-2jt","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8895","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8895"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8895\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8906,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8895\/revisions\/8906"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8894"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8895"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}