{"id":41687,"date":"2017-08-06T04:51:55","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T08:51:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41687"},"modified":"2017-08-06T04:51:55","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T08:51:55","slug":"the-stars-have-anxiety","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-stars-have-anxiety\/","title":{"rendered":"The stars have anxiety"},"content":{"rendered":"

the tongue loosened too far<\/span><\/p>\n

by laughter the falter that comes<\/span><\/p>\n

before the fall <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

it is not the end of the world but <\/span><\/p>\n

it could be the end of me <\/span><\/p>\n

it is not the end of the world but <\/span><\/p>\n

it could be the end of me <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

inconsequential I am just a product<\/span><\/p>\n

of gravity misplaced stardust that<\/span><\/p>\n

stumbles over words like rubble<\/span><\/p>\n

inevitable <\/span><\/p>\n

earthquake <\/span><\/p>\n

look <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

life is too short to say anything that isn\u2019t<\/span><\/p>\n

I love you <\/span><\/i>we are all standing on fault<\/span><\/p>\n

lines the world will never stand still<\/span><\/p>\n

for us but right now<\/span><\/p>\n

this moment <\/span><\/p>\n

I love you and oh god there<\/span><\/p>\n

is the silence the world is making<\/span><\/p>\n

itself in reverse except <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

it is not the end of the world but <\/span><\/p>\n

it could be the end of me <\/span><\/p>\n

it is not the end of the world but <\/span><\/p>\n

it could be the end of me <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

it\u2019s not so strange if you remember that <\/span><\/p>\n

we are all beams of light underneath we<\/span><\/p>\n

are all made of the same stuff I wish<\/span><\/p>\n

we could connect like constellations like<\/span><\/p>\n

neutron stars which could actually be the<\/span><\/p>\n

end of the world but right now <\/span><\/p>\n

it is not the end of the world but <\/span><\/p>\n

it could be the end of me <\/span><\/p>\n

it is not the end of the world but <\/span><\/p>\n

it could be the end of me <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

the tongue loosened too far by laughter the falter that comes before the fall   it is not the end of the world but it could be the end of me it is not the end of the world but it could be the end…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1091,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41687","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41687","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\/1091"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41687"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41687\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41688,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41687\/revisions\/41688"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41687"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41687"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}