{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"\u0639\u0627\u0626\u0644\u0629 \u0631\u0648\u0643\u0627","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.theroccafamily.net\/en","author_name":"theroccafamily","author_url":"https:\/\/www.theroccafamily.net\/en\/author\/theroccafamily_4va07l\/","title":"note #8: the impossibility of words - \u0639\u0627\u0626\u0644\u0629 \u0631\u0648\u0643\u0627","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"Rw0R8FBIaf\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theroccafamily.net\/en\/note-8-the-impossibility-of-words\/\">note #8: the impossibility of words<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theroccafamily.net\/en\/note-8-the-impossibility-of-words\/embed\/#?secret=Rw0R8FBIaf\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;note #8: the impossibility of words&#8221; &#8212; \u0639\u0627\u0626\u0644\u0629 \u0631\u0648\u0643\u0627\" data-secret=\"Rw0R8FBIaf\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.theroccafamily.net\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.theroccafamily.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/kaleido-1.jpg","thumbnail_width":351,"thumbnail_height":271,"description":"I can never tell you I can never draw for you I can never even bring you close To seeing what i see now Past Already past That moment existing in the moment Back in the forest Between the trees, a few minutes uphill from the street In the center of nothing but this forest Never before nor after Never under or above I will never be able to know it again In that way i have no words for I want to tell you I want to keep record but it just can never be For it was right then and there a moment all my life I could only just see Listen Touch Taste Feel And be Listening to my breath As it mixes into pure air I could only just try to keep to memory some of that life I lived so fleetingly I cannot tell you how green green was Or how brown or those colors between green and brown how much they were themselves I can never tell you how velvet How damp How rotting How alive And how dead How immediate and how mysterious How basic and how decaying How big (i, so small) How young and eternal and time has new meaning So does pain The burning The break The loss The howling wind blowing The fog offering my eyes a new lense Escaping Moving on I will never be able to tell you how changed i am Touched by the enchanted forest If i may lay on its earth and beg to be taken My skin against dirt Brown to brown Beyond reason Beyond anxiety and heartache Perhaps Just under the creek ice I want to rid my body of its shame And hunger All i have to offer is my own pee river to the earth Take me as you know me Take me you are too big to see me Take me for a moment i feel well Joyful and crystal clear alive Like the sharp chill I can almost forget my heartbreak My heartbreak is only a branch broken to make way For breeze Here i feel myself small My life small The life of my family The life of my people Any people The life of the burning The life of the lost In the cycle of millions of years Stardust To dust As trees Fall And make way To fire And make way To death And make way To life And in between i hope for love."}