{"id":2969,"date":"2016-11-28T23:00:11","date_gmt":"2016-11-28T23:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2969"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:18:29","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:18:29","slug":"clinging","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/11\/28\/clinging\/","title":{"rendered":"Clinging"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. I watched one day two scenes unfold before my very eyes,<\/li>\n
  2. Contrasting views of the same dream\u2014one truth, one soothing lies.<\/li>\n
  3. The first saw hordes of people stroll along a narrow path.<\/li>\n
  4. Within their cliques, they held the rail, engaged in lovely chat.<\/li>\n
  5. They reached the end and ate some fruit, and licked their lips right clean.<\/li>\n
  6. Their bottled hair, their plastic lips, all\u00a0effort left unseen.<\/li>\n
  7. The other showed a harsher view that one would never choose,<\/li>\n
  8. For it was dark, and tough, and hard, with scar, and sprain, and bruise.<\/li>\n
  9. There was no garden stroll this time, replaced by mountain crag.<\/li>\n
  10. Each step unsound, each grasp unsure, so many slips and snags.<\/li>\n
  11. Each climber clung fast to the rail, afraid of death below,<\/li>\n
  12. And pulled with all exhausted might\u2014the journey wrought and slow.<\/li>\n
  13. With sweated brow, and knuckles raw, and shoulders drooped in pain,<\/li>\n
  14. The climber inches forward more and up each day again.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    I watched one day two scenes unfold before my very eyes, Contrasting views of the same dream\u2014one truth, one soothing lies. The first saw hordes of people stroll along a narrow path. Within their cliques, they held the rail, engaged in lovely chat. They reached the end and ate some fruit, and licked their lips […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2970,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[46],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2969","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-faith-crisis-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/IMG_2937.jpg?fit=1440%2C1920&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s4NkW7-clinging","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3101,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/08\/08\/mountain-climber\/","url_meta":{"origin":2969,"position":0},"title":"Mountain Climber","author":"Kim Siever","date":"8 August 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"All dressed in white, I travelled up the bumpy mountain trail. 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