{"id":3009,"date":"2017-01-05T23:13:16","date_gmt":"2017-01-05T23:13:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3009"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:36:57","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:36:57","slug":"numb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/01\/05\/numb\/","title":{"rendered":"Numb"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. My shuffled gait, my outstretched arms, I wander, search for brains;<\/li>\n
  2. Perhaps a heart, or maybe faith, an answer to obtain.<\/li>\n
  3. So aimlessly and hopelessly, my feet inch ever on<\/li>\n
  4. To dimming sights and fading goals, my former life near gone.<\/li>\n
  5. An echo faint deep in my ear, just ash in my cold breast,<\/li>\n
  6. Just butterflies within my gut, no hands upon my crest.<\/li>\n
  7. My eyes are glazed, my tongue is parched, my fingers feel no more.<\/li>\n
  8. No smells, no taste, no sight, nor sounds, just hunger in my core.<\/li>\n
  9. And joy, and peace, and love, and hope replaced by hunger\u2019s growl,<\/li>\n
  10. And, too, an overburdened yoke and brokenhearted howl.<\/li>\n
  11. Satiation is my life in famine stricken land;<\/li>\n
  12. Squeezing water from a stone, refreshment from the sand.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    My shuffled gait, my outstretched arms, I wander, search for brains; Perhaps a heart, or maybe faith, an answer to obtain. So aimlessly and hopelessly, my feet inch ever on To dimming sights and fading goals, my former life near gone. An echo faint deep in my ear, just ash in my cold breast, Just […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3010,"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-3009","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_3160.jpg?fit=1574%2C1335&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s4NkW7-numb","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3003,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/12\/04\/lost\/","url_meta":{"origin":3009,"position":0},"title":"Lost","author":"Kim Siever","date":"4 December 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"A heart once pumped so strong and sure, a rich and fiery red That reached the toes and fingertips now weak and nearly dead. 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