{"id":22835,"date":"2016-08-13T17:48:05","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:48:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22835"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:48:05","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:48:05","slug":"viii-beyond-what-we-perceive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/viii-beyond-what-we-perceive\/","title":{"rendered":"VIII.  Beyond What We Perceive"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-23009\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20141122_161348-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"20141122_161348\" width=\"334\" height=\"445\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20141122_161348-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20141122_161348-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 334px) 100vw, 334px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I make no apologies.<br \/>\nI see ghosts;<br \/>\nI have felt their breath<br \/>\nupon me,<br \/>\ntheir fingers through<br \/>\nmy hair.<\/p>\n<p>I have flown past<br \/>\nThe farthest stars<br \/>\nCarried in the arms<br \/>\nOf Angels<br \/>\nAnd I know there<br \/>\nIs no such thing as<br \/>\nDeath.<\/p>\n<p>So, it&#8217;s no wonder<br \/>\nThey come to me,<br \/>\nThey talk to me,<br \/>\nThey comfort me.<\/p>\n<p>But you,<br \/>\nYou are frightened<br \/>\nby the very notion<br \/>\nthat spirits are among us.<br \/>\nYou think of rattling chains<br \/>\nand moaning winds,<br \/>\nYou assume<br \/>\nYour religion forbids<br \/>\nUs from returning &#8211;<br \/>\nBut you are wrong.<\/p>\n<p>I have slept on icy planets,<br \/>\nI have dreamed within the sun,<br \/>\nI have awakened to a song<br \/>\nSweet as a wind chime<br \/>\nOn a hot summer night<br \/>\nI have shaken off<br \/>\nthis mortal coil,<\/p>\n<p>Yet, you see me,<br \/>\nand you need make<br \/>\nno apology.<\/p>\n<p>Art: Blue vase 2013 by Virginia Galfo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I make no apologies. I see ghosts; I have felt their breath upon me, their fingers through my hair. I have flown past The farthest stars Carried in the arms Of Angels And I know there Is no such thing as Death. So, it&#8217;s&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":708,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[1656,1706,51,1705,23],"class_list":["post-22835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-angels","tag-assumptions","tag-death","tag-ghostss","tag-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22835","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\/708"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22835"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23164,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22835\/revisions\/23164"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}