The idea is to set the mind adrift
And sleep comes. Mozart, exquisitely dressed,
Walks carefully to work between soft piles
Of fresh horse-dung. Nice work. Why was my gift
Hidden behind the tree? I cried for miles.
No one could find it. Find the tiger’s face.
It’s in the tree: i.e. the strangest place.
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