From df0d5f3cb03f8bf7d72e067c0fd7ee54ce4b86eb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 22:53:18 -0700 Subject: Change template and CSS for flatter structure - Change CSS to one file - Change template to reflect CSS flattening --- finding-the-lion.html | 26 ++++++++++++-------------- 1 file changed, 12 insertions(+), 14 deletions(-) (limited to 'finding-the-lion.html') diff --git a/finding-the-lion.html b/finding-the-lion.html index 1c33c26..3a38213 100644 --- a/finding-the-lion.html +++ b/finding-the-lion.html @@ -12,23 +12,19 @@ Finding the Lion | Autocento of the breakfast table - + - - - - - - + -
+

Finding the Lion

@@ -40,12 +36,14 @@
-

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.

+
+

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.

+