{"id":718,"date":"2006-11-02T16:54:08","date_gmt":"2006-11-02T22:54:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1995\/11-19-95-dammit-jim\/"},"modified":"2006-11-02T16:54:08","modified_gmt":"2006-11-02T22:54:08","slug":"11-19-95-dammit-jim","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=718","title":{"rendered":"11-19-95 &#8220;Dammit Jim!&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=718\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>Autobahn<\/p>\n<p>Onward, ever onward<br \/>\nThe voice of a Scottish angel<br \/>\nDances above the detours<br \/>\nFlying feet from the icy elevations<\/p>\n<p>You know I like the cold<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve hidden there, matching my skin<br \/>\nWith my heart<br \/>\nIf life is warmth, I&#8217;ve reclined smiling<br \/>\nWith death<br \/>\nColder, colder still the chant<br \/>\n&#8217;till sleep comes and I can be<br \/>\nTruly selfish<\/p>\n<p>Now<br \/>\nThe retreat is merely thermal<br \/>\nThis year has driven by<br \/>\nGuardrails and ditches<br \/>\nGravel and sand<br \/>\nThe rain like Chinese hammers<br \/>\nSnow indifferent, waits to drift<br \/>\nLife no longer passes by<br \/>\nAs I do<\/p>\n<p>With love, the horizon matters<br \/>\nFocus unimportant<br \/>\nWhen a wash floods through the grey clouds<br \/>\nTouching only the exposed<br \/>\nWhich in perspective,<br \/>\nIs all.<\/p>\n<p>I work in darkness<br \/>\nAnd live in light<br \/>\nThe miracle travels with me<br \/>\nAnd awaits my every turn<br \/>\nTime changes and gives me morning<br \/>\nWhere I find the words<br \/>\nThe angel bows<br \/>\nThe road bends south<br \/>\nAn ancient river<br \/>\nHold me close.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Autobahn Onward, ever onward The voice of a Scottish angel Dances above the detours Flying feet from the icy elevations You know I like the cold I&#8217;ve hidden there, matching my skin With my heart If life is warmth, I&#8217;ve reclined smiling With death Colder, colder still the chant &#8217;till sleep comes and I can [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":691,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-bA","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/718"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=718"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/718\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/691"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=718"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}