{"id":223,"date":"2012-02-08T04:23:39","date_gmt":"2012-02-08T04:23:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=223"},"modified":"2012-02-08T04:25:58","modified_gmt":"2012-02-08T04:25:58","slug":"flight-ascent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2012\/02\/flight-ascent\/","title":{"rendered":"flight, ascent"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Gord Sellar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;nights waiting<br \/>\nto feel this life<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;slip from me,<br \/>\n&nbsp;sliding off, out<br \/>\nskinless<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;making its own<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;way.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2014imagining it strut<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;along narrow streets<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;with walking<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;stick, &#038; slick under tweed\u2014<\/p>\n<p>lain on my<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;husk-side, trying<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;not to think: i<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;need rather<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to be the thing<br \/>\nitself\u2014<\/p>\n<p>hidden tremor<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pulls at all<br \/>\nthe flesh beneath my<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ribs,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;shakes under<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;morning;<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;it keeps a secret.<\/p>\n<p>i know it does.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>&#8211;Saskatoon, 1998<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Gord Sellar &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;nights waiting to feel this life &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;slip from me, &nbsp;sliding off, out skinless &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;making its own &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;way. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2014imagining it strut &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;along narrow streets &nbsp;&nbsp;with walking &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;stick, &#038; 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