{"id":2600,"date":"2010-03-06T07:54:29","date_gmt":"2010-03-06T12:54:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stephenpickering.com\/2010\/03\/06\/ocean-city-a-poem\/"},"modified":"2011-12-05T17:55:24","modified_gmt":"2011-12-05T22:55:24","slug":"ocean-city-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2010\/03\/06\/ocean-city-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Ocean City (A Poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"
There are stars inside my blood
\nAnd my blood’s inside a star.
\nWe’ve rolled the comet oceans, survived the flood,
\nAnd harmonized infinite worlds inside a beating pulsar.I saw silver tonight and one red flame.
\nMy sky was below me and my sea above.
\nThough we knew the answer, we couldn’t say the name.
\nWe became pure feeling, but it wasn’t hate or love.<\/p>\n

The true victory lies inside the undefined.
\nTrue love was two minutes before you were not mine.
\nWhen the ship returns with his golden flock,
\nGreece will be restored, and Hermes never stopped.<\/p>\n

The old German man looks down from the Bavarian Alps,
\nWatching the Ionian fishermen scratching their scalps.
\nThe Fisher King returns damaged goods
\nTo his drawbridge castle hidden in the English woods.<\/p>\n

The maiden escaping the God turns into a doe.
\nPluto knowing both, hesitates, and turns white as snow.
\nAll the kids take photos of St. Petersburg’s colorful dancers
\nWhile an iceburg dead eyes the city, demanding answers.<\/p>\n

Finally the two of us feel good as rain.
\nTwo more days and we’ll bake these alleyways again.
\nThe twelve headed monster respects no sleep.
\nBut he didn’t know what slayed him was us waking while we dreamed.<\/p>\n

Sent from my iPhone<\/p>\n

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