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title: Finding the Lion
genre: verse
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
css: 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.
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