{"id":3338,"date":"2014-08-23T21:21:43","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T01:21:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3338"},"modified":"2014-08-24T03:57:27","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T07:57:27","slug":"sensing-the-void","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/sensing-the-void\/","title":{"rendered":"Sensing the void"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At three a.m. I went above to stand on the deck, swaying beneath my feet, and beneath a new moon.<\/p>\n<p>I had an instinctive sense of the vastness I was standing in- under me as well as over me and all around me. Oblivion for farther than I could contemplate.<\/p>\n<p>Wind rushes through these limitless expanses; I know because I feel it dash past my cheeks, chilling the salt tears. I use my tongue to warm and taste.<\/p>\n<p>But as if in spite of my humble efforts, the wind in my ears brings with it more salt dampness to make me shudder.<\/p>\n<p>It is eerie to me to have a small part of the limitless waters touch my face.<\/p>\n<p>My emotions are usually as deep as the ocean, but tonight they are just as void.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At three a.m. I went above to stand on the deck, swaying beneath my feet, and beneath a new moon. I had an instinctive sense of the vastness I was standing in- under me as well as over me and all around me. Oblivion for&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":43,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3338","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\/43"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3338"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4038,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3338\/revisions\/4038"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}