{"id":69,"date":"2001-06-23T20:48:00","date_gmt":"2001-06-24T01:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=69"},"modified":"2001-06-23T20:48:00","modified_gmt":"2001-06-24T01:48:00","slug":"69","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=69","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>while not completely surrendered to the drams of emotion letting you in, turnaround.<br \/>\nmy niece is helping a man she once knew to open the doors<br \/>\ninside her mind.  i just wish i knew<br \/>\nwhat this all meant, and somehow<br \/>\nto come above a simple meaning of prepositions.  the selfishness aids me in realizing a plane upon which to portray my elephants, or perhaps mice with tiny suitcases.  i need to know<br \/>\nthe color of your longing.<br \/>\nif i did, the bleakness of this summer would not be as alone as ice fishing in juneau, wishing i had at least a crisp sheet<br \/>\nto pull around my shoulders.  i never knew<br \/>\nwhy that ray of moonlight swung so low, but now&#8230;  i can see it in my mind&#8217;s spectacles,<br \/>\na scintillating fragment of perpetuity.<br \/>\nit always sings like a forgotten<br \/>\nisland deep into the ocean waters, coral reefs enclosing the solace of a maiden.  she may not know who i am; it doesn&#8217;t matter.<br \/>\ni can feel<br \/>\nthe pressure of her longing surrounding me, and i wince from it.  and suddenly the lamplight collapses, and the mist rises into the filament that used to house my hope.  if illumination is the one we seek, a brighter<br \/>\nLight awaits us at the end of the street.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>while not completely surrendered to the drams of emotion letting you in, turnaround. my niece is helping a man she once knew to open the doors inside her mind. i just wish i knew what this all meant, and somehow to come above a simple meaning of prepositions. the selfishness aids me in realizing a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=69"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=69"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=69"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=69"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}