Exhaust pipes
\nleak nervous purple dreams,
\nthe stardust that shines
\nthrough my fingers
\nwill blind the audience.<\/p>\n
Come at me and I will eat <\/em> Traffic jams. My arteries are the blocked <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Exhaust pipes leak nervous purple dreams, the stardust that shines through my fingers will blind the audience. Come at me and I will eat your face, I say. No words spilt, only your embrace counts. Don\u2019t ever leave me, I think. Traffic jams. My arteries…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2465,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[4906,4979,2180],"class_list":["post-108504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2022fullmarathon","tag-2022hour3","tag-hour3"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2465"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=108504"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108504\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108518,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108504\/revisions\/108518"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=108504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=108504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=108504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyour face<\/em>, I say.
\nNo words spilt, only your embrace
\ncounts.
\nDon\u2019t ever leave me<\/em>, I think.<\/p>\n
\nroads through which you try to move,
\nslither, towards me.
\nThe air is coarse. Doomed mountains
\nof despair loom in the distance.
\nAre you sure you want to advance?<\/p>\n