{"id":720,"date":"2018-11-06T10:17:07","date_gmt":"2018-11-06T00:17:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/?p=720"},"modified":"2018-11-07T17:11:45","modified_gmt":"2018-11-07T07:11:45","slug":"pouring-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/?p=720","title":{"rendered":"Pouring Stars"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I felt it rain upon my face,<br \/>\nfolling the habits of my suited race.<br \/>\nraining again, obscuring the stars.<br \/>\nI saw it worse,<br \/>\nrain on mars.<\/p>\n<p>I heard the rain upon my metal,<br \/>\nthe clang and spatter of every kettle.<br \/>\nremaining constant,<br \/>\nwith its ebs and flows,<br \/>\nWhever its emptied,<br \/>\nnobody knows.<\/p>\n<p>I saw it spread and run down my screen,<br \/>\nglistening at the bottom of each droplets sheen.<br \/>\nreflecting the light,<br \/>\nrunning under and draining earths sores,<br \/>\npenetrating &#8211; all those weak doors.<\/p>\n<p>Jupiter be proud &#8211; no human there,<br \/>\nno one running for shelter &#8211; no one scared.<br \/>\ninferior or advances, no-one to tell.<br \/>\nupper or lower,<br \/>\nno sore souls in hell.<\/p>\n<p>Saturn started, bending around.<br \/>\nIts distance make it most likely to ground.<br \/>\nthe suns median, the solar systems reach.<br \/>\nmeans this makes a difference,<br \/>\naffecting our beach.<\/p>\n<p>Neptune ironically &#8211; held with the flow.<br \/>\nmirrors all fashion and is ready to go.<br \/>\nIts methal reactions and reactionary mass,<br \/>\nmakes it most likely,<br \/>\nto devistate our stash.<\/p>\n<p>But pluto the planet, as it was in my begin,<br \/>\nsomething a man, took away with chargrin.<br \/>\nIts a lesson, a function,<br \/>\na reducing tone.<br \/>\nYou cant complain if they now call it home<\/p>\n<p>buggered and knackered, venuses plot,<br \/>\nits hot and rugged, closed why not.<br \/>\nmercury advances, wearing away,<br \/>\ntaking the hit,<br \/>\nthat the sun wants one day.<\/p>\n<p>so why we move and jostle about,<br \/>\nspending more energy,<br \/>\nworking it out.<br \/>\nthe crescendo of plathora&#8217;s closing on in,<br \/>\ngathering intelligence of Gods intranscentiles grin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I felt it rain upon my face, folling the habits of my suited race. raining again, obscuring the stars. I saw it worse, rain on mars. I heard the rain upon my metal, the clang and spatter of every kettle. remaining constant, with its ebs and flows, Whever its emptied, nobody knows. I saw it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=720"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":730,"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720\/revisions\/730"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}