{"id":137700,"date":"2023-09-02T21:45:05","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T01:45:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=137700"},"modified":"2023-09-02T21:45:05","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T01:45:05","slug":"symphony-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/symphony-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Symphony"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The air in the wind grinds your nostril into an<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Ammonium confirmed compound of lost.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">You do not choke and you do not falter.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A street with ghosts must only gather<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A confederation of darkness, your skin<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Kind is the first to assemble. Ghosts are whites<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">So even in this holy ground you\u2019re discriminated.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">You leave the one places that calls you son, two<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Roads diverge in a yellow wood. You take none,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">You take all, you cling to the illusion of righteousness,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">You put your hand again, today, against all the odds<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Yet, you cannot count yourself among your people<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And you cannot clasp and not shake in silence \u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">So all the nights music, lay quietly before the soft<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lip of the broken town of ghosts and my kinsmen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<ol>\n<li><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The air in the wind grinds your nostril into an Ammonium confirmed compound of lost. You do not choke and you do not falter. A street with ghosts must only gather A confederation of darkness, your skin Kind is the first to assemble. Ghosts are&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5283,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137700","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137700","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\/5283"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137700"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137700\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137703,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137700\/revisions\/137703"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137700"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137700"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137700"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}