{"id":2799,"date":"2016-09-29T19:09:55","date_gmt":"2016-09-30T00:09:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=2799"},"modified":"2017-09-11T19:59:03","modified_gmt":"2017-09-12T00:59:03","slug":"david-anthony-martin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=2799","title":{"rendered":"David Anthony Martin &#8220;Biophilia&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>David Anthony Martin<\/h1>\n<h2><span class=\"tx f67\" style=\"color: #800000;\">Biophilia<\/span><\/h2>\n<p><span class=\"tx\">The A.I. of the future will never feel<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">the joy of walking a dirt road barefoot in the dark night<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">in that long awaited moment, in the soul of July,<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">when our soles have at last leathered themselves just right<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">to allow worry free walking in the warmth of the evening<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">passively parting the summer sea of cricket rhythms<\/span><span class=\"tx f70\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">drifting along up between the pines with wide-eyed wonder<\/span><span class=\"tx f70\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"tx\">full to the brim with the open road of the Milky Way.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong><span class=\"tx f80\">David Anthony Martin<\/span><\/strong><\/span><em><span class=\"tx\">\u00a0is the author of two collections of poetry (<\/span><\/em><span class=\"tx f82\">Span\u00a0<em>and<\/em><\/span><span class=\"tx\">\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"tx f82\">Deepening The Map<\/span><em><span class=\"tx\">), lives in southern Colorado, forages for wild mushrooms in\u00a0<\/span><span class=\"tx\">season, collects feathers when found and writes daily.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>David Anthony Martin Biophilia The A.I. of the future will never feel the joy of walking a dirt road barefoot in the dark night in that long awaited moment, in the soul of July, when our soles have at last leathered themselves just right to allow worry free walking in the warmth of the evening [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}},"_wpscppro_dont_share_socialmedia":false,"_wpscppro_custom_social_share_image":0},"categories":[9],"tags":[223],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v21.5 - 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