{"id":3021,"date":"2017-01-22T03:04:51","date_gmt":"2017-01-22T03:04:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3021"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:41:39","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:41:39","slug":"the-breakup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/01\/22\/the-breakup\/","title":{"rendered":"The Breakup"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. In my blood and in my veins,<\/li>\n
  2. In my heart and in my brain,<\/li>\n
  3. In my skin and in my hair,<\/li>\n
  4. In my eyes and in my air.<\/li>\n
  5. Bathed in blood and burned by dove,<\/li>\n
  6. Washed in oil and sealed above.<\/li>\n
  7. All my life, and who I am,<\/li>\n
  8. Where I\u2019ve been, and all my plan.<\/li>\n
  9. Does that even matter now?<\/li>\n
  10. All the sweat from off my brow?<\/li>\n
  11. All the blood from knuckles raw?<\/li>\n
  12. All the tears from moments saw?<\/li>\n
  13. All the tired muscles sore?<\/li>\n
  14. All the times I dressed for war?<\/li>\n
  15. Just like that you break it off?<\/li>\n
  16. Turn around and leave with scoff?<\/li>\n
  17. Throw away the times we had:<\/li>\n
  18. Rad and sad and glad and bad?<\/li>\n
  19. Kick me out and change the locks?<\/li>\n
  20. Trash the gifts with tithes I bought?<\/li>\n
  21. All the times I\u2019ve said it\u2019s true.<\/li>\n
  22. It\u2019s not me, so must be you.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    In my blood and in my veins, In my heart and in my brain, In my skin and in my hair, In my eyes and in my air. Bathed in blood and burned by dove, Washed in oil and sealed above. All my life, and who I am, Where I\u2019ve been, and all my plan. 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Too, in that box, a bite of flesh I'm hoarding just for me. I treasure them with heart and mind, more than my flesh and blood. 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Prancing through clouds all over the world, And as it did leave them behind itself furled. Hopping \u2019neath stars and above all the earth Living life eternal \u2014 no dying, no birth. Playing\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poetry"","block_context":{"text":"Poetry","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/category\/poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":3420,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2018\/06\/04\/waters-of-dust\/","url_meta":{"origin":3021,"position":3},"title":"Waters of Dust","author":"Kim Siever","date":"4 June 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"Hanging up on a cross; Dripping from toes, my dross. Buried in waters of dust, Chipping away at crust. Breathing on me, a dove Sent from the moon above. Tending fin, wing, and claw. Eating good fruit I saw; Nibbling on blood and brain. Riding on wheel of pain. 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Wisdom in each blood drop healed by Mother's kiss, Or her tear, or stroking, or her embraced bliss Wisdom in each longing reaching from my chest, Passing through the vastness, to her ear to rest. 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