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+title: Finding the Lion
+genre: verse
+
+id: finding-the-lion
+toc: "Finding the lion"
+
+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