{"id":310,"date":"2008-12-29T06:48:55","date_gmt":"2008-12-29T13:48:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=310"},"modified":"2008-12-29T06:48:55","modified_gmt":"2008-12-29T13:48:55","slug":"searching-by-mari-ness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=310","title":{"rendered":"Searching, by Mari Ness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Walk <span id=\"lw_1230558421_1\" class=\"yshortcuts\" style=\"border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer;\">east of the sun<\/span>, and <span id=\"lw_1230558421_2\" class=\"yshortcuts\" style=\"border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;\">west of the moon<\/span>,<br \/>\nthey said, as if I cared for directions,<br \/>\nor anything else. I walked pathways strewn<\/p>\n<p>with broken starlight, on rose tipped oceans,<br \/>\nwatched crimson winged doves sip rage.\u00c2\u00a0 &#8220;Follow me,&#8221;<br \/>\nthey said, as if I cared for directions<\/p>\n<p>when my heart bled stones. An old <span id=\"lw_1230558421_3\" class=\"yshortcuts\">willow tree<\/span><br \/>\ncradled me; I wept my dark distress,<br \/>\nwatched crimson winged doves sip rage. &#8220;Follow me,&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>whispered the moon, handing me a soft dress<br \/>\nbound in a nut.\u00c2\u00a0 The moon&#8217;s tender shadows<br \/>\ncradled me. I wept my dark distress.<\/p>\n<p>begged the sun for news. He draped my sorrows<br \/>\nwith forgotten dreams. Following commands,<br \/>\nbound in a nut, the moon&#8217;s tender shadows<\/p>\n<p>seized me, until I did not know my hands<br \/>\nor anything else. I walked pathways strewn<br \/>\nwith forgotten dreams, following commands:<br \/>\nwalk east of the sun, and west of the moon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walk east of the sun, and west of the moon, they said, as if I cared for directions, or anything else. I walked pathways strewn with broken starlight, on rose tipped oceans, watched crimson winged doves sip rage.\u00c2\u00a0 &#8220;Follow me,&#8221; they said, as if I cared for directions when my heart bled stones. An old [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-310","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=310"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":311,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310\/revisions\/311"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}