{"id":1403,"date":"2011-10-28T19:59:20","date_gmt":"2011-10-29T00:59:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?p=1403"},"modified":"2020-05-30T18:00:29","modified_gmt":"2020-05-30T23:00:29","slug":"broken-field-running","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?p=1403","title":{"rendered":"Broken Field Running"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?p=1403\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>10\/29\/11<br \/>Gurgaon<\/p>\n<p>Arrived in a fever dream<br \/>Where every village in the country<br \/>Appeared to be shooting fireworks<br \/>Or attempting to bring our aircraft down<\/p>\n<p>This festival, all light, explosive and tranquil<br \/>Dripping strings of color below, flower bursts above<br \/>A place where the air is already rich with scents and atmosphere<br \/>Now a country in a pyro haze perfumed with incense and gunpowder<\/p>\n<p>The night hides most of the squalor as does the neighborhood<br \/>Western logos and guarded gates that keep the poor out<br \/>Unless they enter from the back in uniform to serve<br \/>Tourist bindi punctuation a rubber stamp for out of towners<\/p>\n<p>There is always the work<br \/>This attempt to build a city for the day<br \/>With a consistency of detail that verges on mania<br \/>Adapting space and time to fit us<\/p>\n<p>Where we have been, what we have driven through<br \/>With both acceptance and denial<br \/>Is who we are, what we do<br \/>It&#8217;s part of the reason why we do it like we do<\/p>\n<p>We take the challenge and walk through<br \/>We boil with frustration and sigh with apathetic resignation sometimes<br \/>Because there are those who depend on us<br \/>To allow them to create and perform<\/p>\n<p>Like a broken play on a marked field<br \/>You can see the defense fall apart before it does<br \/>Slow motion car crash sickness in the pit of your belly<br \/>We near miss drivers have steered clear so many times<\/p>\n<p>Impact<br \/>Some see the the game unfolding and pull the cord<br \/>Disbelief replaced by some deeper program<br \/>Fight or flight<br \/>Some shitty field becomes the Alamo<\/p>\n<p>Survivors we are, broken in ways you&#8217;ll never see<br \/>The show must go on, onward, outbound, endless<br \/>The sun rises twice and we squint<br \/>Gallows humor at it&#8217;s best<\/p>\n<p>We wanted more, to make it work, again<br \/>And we will<br \/>But you can&#8217;t fist fight an ocean<br \/>And running away never hurt so much<br \/>Because it might have been the right thing to do<br \/>And that always hurts more than what we know.<\/p>\n<p><a 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