{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"stadtsprachen","provider_url":"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/en","author_name":"Joey Bahlsen","author_url":"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/en\/author\/joey\/","title":"Short Poem About Flowers, Bees, and Gravity Rainbows - stadtsprachen","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"TaMindhySD\"><a href=\"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/en\/text\/short-poem-about-flowers-bees-and-gravity-rainbows\/\">Short Poem About Flowers, Bees, and Gravity Rainbows<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/en\/text\/short-poem-about-flowers-bees-and-gravity-rainbows\/embed\/#?secret=TaMindhySD\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Short Poem About Flowers, Bees, and Gravity Rainbows&#8221; &#8212; stadtsprachen\" data-secret=\"TaMindhySD\" 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:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/20-1024x938.png","thumbnail_width":1024,"thumbnail_height":938,"description":"Short Poem About Flowers, Bees, and Gravity Rainbows Born in the mouth of yesterday, feed upon the salts of the palace of the people. Daughters of the desert brought forth jars of graveyard harmonies, and gravity rainbows. Pop shiva performs on the stage of the paradox, dressed in ritual flowers of love. Sunburnt bees gliding [&hellip;]"}