{"id":486,"date":"2015-11-11T23:12:28","date_gmt":"2015-11-11T23:12:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kentrichter.com\/?page_id=486"},"modified":"2015-11-11T23:12:28","modified_gmt":"2015-11-11T23:12:28","slug":"any-angel-drunk-with-discontent","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/kentrichter.com\/?page_id=486","title":{"rendered":"Any Angel Drunk with Discontent"},"content":{"rendered":"
Any angel drunk with discontent<\/h5>\n
May wonder if the damned desire<\/h5>\n
More than he.<\/h5>\n
Is his soul less free,<\/h5>\n
Or merely dangled over cooler fire?<\/h5>\n
<\/p>\n
The demon all to eas’ly whole<\/h5>\n
For hating all but hate<\/h5>\n
Can barely lie<\/h5>\n
To keep his angel eye<\/h5>\n
From risible confession, sour as great.<\/h5>\n
<\/p>\n
A motled man, more than angel<\/h5>\n
(They too measured on a noble line),<\/h5>\n
Wrestles night,<\/h5>\n
Denies no common sight<\/h5>\n
Once gathered can but whisper of design.<\/h5>\n
<\/p>\n
And we with daring lamentations<\/h5>\n
Spit our real and ugly scorn<\/h5>\n
With secret nod<\/h5>\n
T’ward echoes, hints of God:<\/h5>\n
The brittle rose found perched above the thorn.<\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"