{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"Come by Robert Hanly • Audius","description":"Shelley defined poetry as “the expression of imagination.”\nPhenomenologists would not differentiate between the external observation and the inner narrative.\n\nBeauty runs all over my Helpless.\nAdd up the parts you won’t have the sum.\nJe ne sais quoi\nAn open door \nEverything about her says “Come. Come to me”\n\nEverything that has preceded informs us here and now. Ever onward, inward leading. In the field learning how to come to me\nThe wind will blow.\nRain fall\nThe river flow.\nThe ocean call.\n“Come to me.”\nPoetry is imagining what we already know almost.\nYou know I know you know. \n","html":"<iframe src=\"https://audius.co/embed/track/kpBNO6j?flavor=card\" width=\"100%\" height=\"480\" allow=\"encrypted-media\" style=\"border: none;\"></iframe>","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://audius-creator-2.theblueprint.xyz/content/QmWASm1h1VuqyDSbnPoq85scSRyKyu2qS5hdP3c3AX3XDJ/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"Robert Hanly","author_url":"https://audius.co/Roberthanlystuff","cache_age":3600}