Last night, sipping nectar from the crowded stars,
\nThis morning, laughter beneath lowered eyelids.
\nSeawater washes the dyes from a brimming heart,
\nSome crystal pendants, fall from the arms.<\/p>\n
Seawater\u2014a pallid woven scarf,
\nTired of expression, of pouring itself out.
\nTime turns corners,\u00a0upon the skin,
\nSlowly ending in breath and heartbeat.<\/p>\n
If destiny beyond could never be chosen,
\nIf existence itself proved futile,
\nA hardened shell can enclose the connotation,
\nYet drown the unknowing eyes.<\/p>\n
Perhaps exhaustion is a kind of rebirth,
\nAnd ripeness is an honest, quiet disguise.
\nPerhaps life never held right or wrong\u2014
\nTo live is simply to willfully forget pain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night, sipping nectar from the crowded stars,
\nThis morning, laughter beneath lowered eyelids.
\nSeawater washes the dyes from a brimming heart,
\nSome crystal pendants, fall from the arms.
\nSeawater\u2014a pallid woven scarf,
\nTired of expression, of pouring itself out.
\nTime turns corners, upon the skin,
\nSlowly ending in breath and heartbeat.
\nIf destiny beyond could never be chosen,
\nIf existence itself proved futile,
\nA hardened shell can enclose the connotation,
\nYet drown the unknowing eyes.
\nPerhaps exhaustion is a kind of rebirth,
\nAnd ripeness is an honest, quiet disguise.
\nPerhaps life never held right or wrong\u2014
\nTo live is simply to willfully forget pain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2054,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[49,54,64],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-all-poetry-en","category-new-poetry-en","category-octopus-diaries-en"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1938"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1938\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1939,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1938\/revisions\/1939"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2054"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.kpoem.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}