{"id":37222,"date":"2017-08-05T18:24:53","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:24:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37222"},"modified":"2017-08-05T18:24:53","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:24:53","slug":"positron-emission-tomography-pet-scan-hour-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/positron-emission-tomography-pet-scan-hour-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Positron Emission Tomography (PET) Scan (Hour 10)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bringing forth the vital colors of existence,<br \/>\nportrayed in bleeding masses spilling<br \/>\nover confining lines of shape.<\/p>\n<p>Abstract illusions falling in and out of view,<br \/>\nwhere mystery dances a wild macabre<br \/>\nin the swirling plumes of purple and green.<\/p>\n<p>Black absence, a deep, smoky emptiness<br \/>\nhollowing its way through the hearts of every color,<br \/>\nwith the shades of ethereal eternity.<\/p>\n<p>Culminating reds, highlights of silver growing denser than gray matter.<br \/>\nStriking metallic flames, like silent cosmic fire,<br \/>\nbehold the burning colors of thought!<\/p>\n<p>The blues and yellows of stabbing lightning, piercing,<br \/>\nburning pathways of streaking brilliance,<br \/>\nthrough thunderclaps of orange radiance<br \/>\npulsating with a living heat.<\/p>\n<p>The mind is alive.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PET-Scan.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"193\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-37261\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PET-Scan.jpg 194w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PET-Scan-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PET-Scan-45x45.jpg 45w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bringing forth the vital colors of existence, portrayed in bleeding masses spilling over confining lines of shape. Abstract illusions falling in and out of view, where mystery dances a wild macabre in the swirling plumes of purple and green. Black absence, a deep, smoky emptiness&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37222","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37222","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37222"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37222\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37274,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37222\/revisions\/37274"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37222"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37222"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37222"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}