{"id":2991,"date":"2016-10-07T21:02:03","date_gmt":"2016-10-07T21:02:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2991"},"modified":"2018-02-27T14:14:07","modified_gmt":"2018-02-27T21:14:07","slug":"familiar-dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/10\/07\/familiar-dance\/","title":{"rendered":"Familiar Dance"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. Comfort in the shadows dark, but longing for the sun.<\/li>\n
  2. Try\u2014again\u2014to find some rest, yet itching for a run.<\/li>\n
  3. Wallowing in soothing mud, but desperate for a bath.<\/li>\n
  4. Labouring for\u00a0footsteps pure while on the dusty path.<\/li>\n
  5. Scrubbing hard these\u00a0crimson clothes to make them snowy white,<\/li>\n
  6. Yet in the brightness of the day, impatient for pitch night.<\/li>\n
  7. Attracted to the beauty, yet the ugly pulls the\u00a0heart:<\/li>\n
  8. The comfort\u00a0of the thorny crown, the sweetness of the tart.<\/li>\n
  9. A step ahead, a step right back, retreat, and then advance.<\/li>\n
  10. Hide. Go seek. Tag, I\u2019m it. A familiar dance.<\/li>\n
  11. Your whole self in, your whole self out, then turn yourself around.<\/li>\n
  12. Once was blind, now cannot see; once lost, no longer found.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Comfort in the shadows dark, but longing for the sun. Try\u2014again\u2014to find some rest, yet itching for a run. Wallowing in soothing mud, but desperate for a bath. Labouring for\u00a0footsteps pure while on the dusty path. Scrubbing hard these\u00a0crimson clothes to make them snowy white, Yet in the brightness of the day, impatient for pitch […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3305,"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-2991","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\/2016\/10\/AAEAAQAAAAAAAAehAAAAJDlhYmIwMjU4LWNhMjYtNGVlZC1iMjZkLWJmYTM2N2VjNzFiNA.jpg?fit=2000%2C1023&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-Mf","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2994,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/10\/02\/flying-to-space\/","url_meta":{"origin":2991,"position":0},"title":"Flying to Space","author":"Kim Siever","date":"2 October 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Flying to space while anchored to ground Wishing for silence but drawn to the sound Sailing the\u00a0ocean while\u00a0anchored to bay Wanting to shout with nothing to say Climbing a mount yet\u00a0nowhere to hold Craving for heat but frozen in cold Running a race yet\u00a0stuck in your stance Hoping to rest\u00a0but\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Faith crisis poetry"","block_context":{"text":"Faith crisis poetry","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/category\/poetry\/faith-crisis-poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/space-shuttle-992_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C771&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/space-shuttle-992_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C771&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/space-shuttle-992_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C771&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/space-shuttle-992_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C771&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/space-shuttle-992_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C771&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":207,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2007\/08\/28\/self-monitoring-traffic\/","url_meta":{"origin":2991,"position":1},"title":"Self-monitoring traffic","author":"Kim Siever","date":"28 August 2007","format":false,"excerpt":"Last Wednesday, I visited Gastown while staying in Vancouver. 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