{"id":3034,"date":"2024-05-06T09:11:11","date_gmt":"2024-05-06T13:11:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=3034"},"modified":"2024-05-06T09:11:11","modified_gmt":"2024-05-06T13:11:11","slug":"the-third-lesson-by-radiance-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=3034","title":{"rendered":"The Third Lesson, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Third Lesson<br \/>\nby<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have a place in the air. My liminal life<br \/>\nrarely asks how. Marked by depressions,<br \/>\nit is safe to say my soul follows angles of separation,<\/p>\n<p>and what aliveness I have slopes inwards. Beyond<br \/>\nthe look of the world, and the vastness of the sea,<br \/>\nI still search for stages of widening.<\/p>\n<p>The great imaginer has stopped wanting<br \/>\nto be known. Trapped in a circle of sorrow<br \/>\nthe midnight sun has some to rest in tendrils of smoke.<\/p>\n<p>The felling wedge is driven, and the third lesson<br \/>\nis the one about free thinking being surrounded<br \/>\nby devils.<\/p>\n<p>The night metabolizes the light, and I sleep<br \/>\nit all away. There are eight million strikes of lightning<br \/>\na day, and each one eaten by the ground.<\/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=\"216.73.216.169\" \/><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>The Third Lesson by Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; I have a place in the air. My liminal life rarely asks how. Marked by depressions, it is safe to say my soul follows angles of separation, and what aliveness I have slopes inwards. Beyond the look of the world, and the vastness of the sea, 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\/3034"}],"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=3034"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3034\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3035,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3034\/revisions\/3035"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3034"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3034"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3034"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}