{"id":2196,"date":"2020-04-15T16:14:43","date_gmt":"2020-04-15T20:14:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2196"},"modified":"2020-04-15T16:14:43","modified_gmt":"2020-04-15T20:14:43","slug":"autopoiesis-by-jennifer-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2196","title":{"rendered":"Autopoiesis, by Jennifer Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Autopoiesis<\/p>\n<p>By<\/p>\n<p>Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They come of themselves.<\/p>\n<p>Into, and unto, and out of<\/p>\n<p>Themselves.\u00a0 They are<\/p>\n<p>Hidden scryers peering into<\/p>\n<p>My soul\u2019s dark water.<\/p>\n<p>My pen their whisper vessel,<\/p>\n<p>Scream vessel, sobbing, joy,<\/p>\n<p>River vessel.\u00a0 My mind<\/p>\n<p>The bramble-snaggled thicket<\/p>\n<p>They choose to flower through.<\/p>\n<p>I do not know why I am<\/p>\n<p>Honored such as this.\u00a0 How it is<\/p>\n<p>They direct themselves<\/p>\n<p>Through the broken guttering.<\/p>\n<p>What I do know is that the brokenness<\/p>\n<p>Is the lock, their autopoiesis<\/p>\n<p>The key, their touching<\/p>\n<p>The gateway that opens<\/p>\n<p>Into paradise.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<form method=\"post\" action=\"\"><input type=\"hidden\" name=\"ip\" value=\"216.73.217.43\" \/><p><label for=\"s2email\">Your email:<\/label><br \/><input type=\"text\" name=\"email\" id=\"s2email\" value=\"Enter email address...\" size=\"20\" onfocus=\"if (this.value == 'Enter email address...') {this.value = '';}\" onblur=\"if (this.value == '') {this.value = 'Enter email address...';}\" \/><\/p><p><input type=\"submit\" name=\"subscribe\" value=\"Subscribe\" \/>&nbsp;<input type=\"submit\" name=\"unsubscribe\" value=\"Unsubscribe\" \/><\/p><\/form>\r\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Autopoiesis By Jennifer Angelina Petro &nbsp; &nbsp; They come of themselves. Into, and unto, and out of Themselves.\u00a0 They are Hidden scryers peering into My soul\u2019s dark water. My pen their whisper vessel, Scream vessel, sobbing, joy, River vessel.\u00a0 My mind The bramble-snaggled thicket They choose to flower through. I do not know why I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2196"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2196"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2197,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2196\/revisions\/2197"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}