{"id":71456,"date":"2020-06-27T21:08:15","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:08:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71456"},"modified":"2020-07-06T12:40:13","modified_gmt":"2020-07-06T16:40:13","slug":"hour-12-maybe-i-want-it-to-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-12-maybe-i-want-it-to-be\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 12: Maybe I Want it to Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Line from <em>Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Maybe I Want it to Be&#8221;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Maybe<\/strong><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> beneath the aged weeping willow,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>boughs bending in supplication to earth<\/p>\n<p><strong>I<\/strong><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> will discover a sunken hideaway<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>It<\/strong> will <strong>be<\/strong> buried underneath gnarled roots<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">which grip black soil, like old friends clinging<\/span><\/p>\n<p>to one another<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A secret cavernous sanctuary<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>to<\/strong><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> burrow safe from disease with<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">complex <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">veins of hope and magic<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to filter life and breath<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a fantastical child&#8217;s palace that fulfills all\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>want &#8212;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">where no one weeps<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Maybe I want it to be<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Line from Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda &#8220;Maybe I Want it to Be&#8221; Maybe beneath the aged weeping willow, boughs bending in supplication to earth I will discover a sunken hideaway &nbsp; It will be buried underneath gnarled roots which grip black soil, like&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1194,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71456","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71456","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\/1194"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71456"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71456\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76842,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71456\/revisions\/76842"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71456"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71456"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71456"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}