{"id":3919,"date":"2012-03-22T22:55:06","date_gmt":"2012-03-23T05:55:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=3919"},"modified":"2012-03-22T22:55:06","modified_gmt":"2012-03-23T05:55:06","slug":"glance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2012\/glance\/","title":{"rendered":"Glance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Oil on water<br \/>\nSlick as the night<br \/>\nAs the morning tries to wash<br \/>\nThe darkness from your face<br \/>\nIt clings with the desperate fervor<br \/>\nOf child to mother<br \/>\nAs a hand slides from the grasp<br \/>\nOf one person<br \/>\nTo another<br \/>\nAnd is gone<br \/>\nThis strange moment of fluidity<br \/>\nAs worlds barely touching<br \/>\nEyes barely meeting<br \/>\nOnly to glance away<br \/>\nConverge<br \/>\nOnly to float silently away<br \/>\nIt is there, wrapped in this<br \/>\nTight tourniquet of fog<br \/>\nThat holds us closer<br \/>\nThan a final embrace<br \/>\nBetween to people who know<br \/>\nThey will never meet again<br \/>\nThe moment before all is lost<br \/>\nStanding at the edge of this precipice<br \/>\nSolitary in this mist<br \/>\nPermeable yet dividing<br \/>\nI am lost<br \/>\nLeft behind by that evanescent flicker<br \/>\nOf worlds stopping for a brief moment<br \/>\nReaching out to one another<br \/>\nKnowing there is reason to stand still<br \/>\nBut feeling the push and pull<br \/>\nOf a world that never knows how to stop<br \/>\nThis winding of a clock<br \/>\nThe count<br \/>\nOf one, two, three, four<br \/>\nFinds its way of rhyme<br \/>\nEven as the world begins to slide<br \/>\nHere I am still standing<br \/>\nNot knowing the words to say<br \/>\nNot knowing how to scream<br \/>\nI stand in this silent emptiness<br \/>\nWatching you recede from me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oil on water Slick as the night As the morning tries to wash The darkness from your face It clings with the desperate fervor Of child to mother As a hand slides from the grasp Of one person To another And is gone This strange moment of fluidity As worlds barely touching Eyes barely meeting [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[1771,74,1770,1769,1768,267],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3919"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3919"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3919\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3920,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3919\/revisions\/3920"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}