{"id":352,"date":"2010-08-04T06:42:08","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T11:42:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:30:41","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:30:41","slug":"drawn","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-2002\/drawn","title":{"rendered":"Drawn"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 2002-06-24<br \/>\nRevised 2002-06-24<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<p>One glance and you will be drawn in<br \/>\nGazing in haunted silence<br \/>\nYour expression bemused, perhaps &#8211; but no matter &#8211;<br \/>\nIt is not unexpected.<br \/>\nHer face is perfect even in its nuance,<br \/>\nSmall, serious lips framing her mouth,<br \/>\nRaven hair touching her shoulders<br \/>\nBut it is her eyes that capture you most<br \/>\nBreaking down defenses you never knew you had<br \/>\nSeeming to peer into your very heart<br \/>\nSo profound a sensation,<br \/>\nAs though you have stepped apart from yourself<br \/>\nCast adrift in your reverie<\/p>\n<p>And in that moment you will make your first mistake<br \/>\nA sudden flash of insight, understandable&#8230;<br \/>\nSo very human, so very romantic,<br \/>\nYet utterly wrong<br \/>\nYour mind races to capture the moment<br \/>\nTo drink it whole, to become it<br \/>\nTo tame this wild spirit, to tame her,<br \/>\nTo consume and in so doing, to be consumed<br \/>\nYou may even succeed, in time<br \/>\nYou believe that you&#8217;ve found heaven &#8211;<br \/>\nThe living embodiment &#8211;<br \/>\nTo be worshipped, to be held sacred.<\/p>\n<p>But know this:<br \/>\nAngels wings are not seen reflected in her eyes<br \/>\nNor is the sound of her voice an echo of choirs celestial<br \/>\nNor is the touch of her lips a touch of the divine<br \/>\nShe is all too human,<br \/>\nA woman transformed, yet who herself cannot transform<br \/>\nJust a kindred spirit,<br \/>\nOne who had once glimpsed heaven,<br \/>\nAnd in whom the memory burns bright.<\/p>\n<p>She may not embody heaven,<br \/>\nJust a wanderer as yourself,<br \/>\nBut if you follow closely,<br \/>\nShe can show you the way.<\/p>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 2002-06-24 Revised 2002-06-24 One glance and you will be drawn in Gazing in haunted silence Your expression bemused, perhaps &#8211; but no matter &#8211; It is not unexpected. Her face is perfect even in its nuance, Small, serious lips framing her mouth, Raven hair touching her shoulders But it is her [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":288,"menu_order":6,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-352","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/352","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=352"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/352\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/288"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=352"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}