AFTER COMPLAINING FOR DAYS OF THE HEAT rain and cooler weather finally came last night paradise is eternal but our idea of paradise changes there is a lion in our woods so paradise is a city with no lions supplied from somewhere outside by people who enjoy hearing the distant singing the gold of the city becomes a mirror reflecting greed and unhappiness no more singing only groans for the eden we know as wilderness but the wild is only the wild not awake with human worth there is a garden at the edge of it and a lion in the garden singing to his lambs to get them to sleep or to wake them they flourish from his care until the garden is wasted from their chewing and we see paradise is the lion in his form of eternal appetite or in the motion of his chest beating and we want to be the movement there so stunned out of our humanity there is no more paradise to seek
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