{"id":518,"date":"2013-07-06T00:09:41","date_gmt":"2013-07-05T23:09:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/?p=518"},"modified":"2013-07-06T00:09:41","modified_gmt":"2013-07-05T23:09:41","slug":"finis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/finis\/","title":{"rendered":"Finis"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>1.<br \/>\nThe end of the story came almost<br \/>\nbefore its beginning.<br \/>\nI dreg out the final pieces that make the story &#8211;<br \/>\nI find a few scattered fragments,<br \/>\nthe rest is history.<\/p>\n<p>2.<br \/>\nI watch the burial of old friends,<br \/>\nthe silent mourning<br \/>\nthrough which the tears flow.<br \/>\nI almost sense you are still there,<br \/>\nmy senses lie.<\/p>\n<p>3.<br \/>\nAt the graveside the mourning has stopped,<br \/>\nthe mourners have healed themselves.<br \/>\nI stand upright, ready to leave,<br \/>\nready for baptism by the King of Thieves &#8211;<br \/>\nmemories persist.<\/p>\n<p>4.<br \/>\nOne night, I almost imagine a world<br \/>\nechoing dreams.<br \/>\nI prefer this one, though insubstantial<br \/>\nand spectral. I would rather the cold glare<br \/>\nof indifference.<\/p>\n<p>5.<br \/>\nWe stand forever at the brink of nothing,<br \/>\neven the mists seem more attuned.<br \/>\nOur voices like moth-breath, our minds<br \/>\nvainly piercing the shadows,<br \/>\nbarely meeting.<\/p>\n<p>6.<br \/>\nI sense a part of me is missing,<br \/>\ninstead there is a glow within me.<\/p>\n<p>A part, the tiniest of parts of me<br \/>\nbelongs to you.<br \/>\nAnd in my heart, you let slip, a part<br \/>\nthe tiniest of parts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1. The end of the story came almost before its beginning. I dreg out the final pieces that make the story &#8211; I find a few scattered fragments, the rest is history. 2. I watch the burial of old friends, the silent mourning through which the tears flow. I almost sense you are still there, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-518","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/518","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=518"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/518\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":519,"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/518\/revisions\/519"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=518"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=518"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.draigweb.co.uk\/draigweb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}