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+title: Finding the Lion
+id: finding-the-lion
+genre: verse
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    class: autocento
+...
+
+Tonight, as I look up, the stars \
+hide themselves in shame.  [There is no moon][].  \
+The sky is black, like my desk,
+
+[nothing like a raven][].  The streetlights \
+look on the scene disinterested.  \
+They have their own [small gossips of the dark][].
+
+I came here to find the Lion, old \
+friend, but he will not show his flanks, his \
+paws, his shoulders, [his mane][].  I
+
+can hear him laughing from his hiding-place \
+behind the moon, nonexistent, under \
+the cold dead earth.  The mountain is in front
+
+of me now, a hole of stars daring me \
+to pierce it with my sight.  The lion's still \
+laughing; the streetlamps talk about
+
+me amongst themselves, and go out.  There \
+never was any lion, they tell me.  \
+[You only hear the wind][] [on the mountain][].
+
+[There is no moon]: moongone.html
+[nothing like a raven]: feedingtheraven.html
+[small gossips of the dark]: the-night-we-met.html
+[his mane]: axe.html
+[You only hear the wind]: cold-wind.html
+[on the mountain]: mountain.html