{"id":2455,"date":"2018-02-19T12:00:13","date_gmt":"2018-02-19T12:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=2455"},"modified":"2018-02-19T12:00:13","modified_gmt":"2018-02-19T12:00:13","slug":"ocularis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/a-bel-abroad\/ocularis\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8216;Ocularis&#8217;, by M. F. DeMaurisha"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino;font-size: 14pt\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/a-bel-abroad\/files\/2018\/01\/Ocularis.png?resize=512%2C726\" alt=\"In each of the four corners of the page is a rectangular image. On a black background is a golden eye with gold and red swirls and dots. At the centre is a jade green circle. Image by Nis86, used with kind permission. Text of the poem Ocularis follows; Swirls, whorls, blue sparkles Bounce, pulse within my eyes Pulse, bounce inside my head Making me wish I could die Desperately I put out my hands Seeking to find gravity Instead I touch solidity And hold on with brevity Which way up or down? Everything morphs, pulses Yet alone I must stand No one else is aware The pain residing in my head Rises, falls, rises, falls Thunders and retreats Explodes and fragments Yet still I must stand Although I wish to die Nobody understands or cares Only I stand, wondering why\" width=\"512\" height=\"726\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino;font-size: 14pt\"><em>by\u00a0M. F. DeMaurisha<\/em><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>U. K.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by\u00a0M. F. DeMaurisha U. 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