THE LION TAMES
The lion tames with rudderless aims;
this gyre so wildly spinning. Take the
possession of this life that life gives
you, my restless friends. We are now
almost at the gate.
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Or is that nearing the tomb? This
wildfire breeze blows grasses across
my eyes. I can no longer squint just
to make things out. My ire is now
demanding that my placid nature lie.
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