{"id":122466,"date":"2022-06-26T08:12:11","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T12:12:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=122466"},"modified":"2022-06-26T08:12:11","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T12:12:11","slug":"hour-24-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-24-14\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 24"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Human bodies are forever bound<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to stardust. It is said that ashes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">turn to ashes, but really,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">flesh turns to dust<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">turns to stars<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">turns to black holes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">turns to the digestion of light.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And here I am, walking around<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">with stomach cramps.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Yet how trite our daily lives<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">may seem in the grand sight of it all,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">each and every single one of us<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">can carry the meaning\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of a thousand stars.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And that\u2019s half of what we see at night,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">most poets would say there are millions\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and millions of them visible in the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But honestly, there are just about<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">two thousand for the human eye to discover.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And that\u2019s what we are, human.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Human bodies are forever bound to stardust. It is said that ashes turn to ashes, but really,\u00a0 flesh turns to dust turns to stars turns to black holes\u00a0 turns to the digestion of light. And here I am, walking around with stomach cramps. Yet how&#8230;<\/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":[5674,2733],"class_list":["post-122466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2022hour24","tag-hour24"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122466","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=122466"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122466\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":122475,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122466\/revisions\/122475"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=122466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=122466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=122466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}