i perceived the rumbling in paradise
calling me to the task of chopping
branches of bigger trees permitting
not pampas grass to scarcely survive
i heard clearly the echoing in hell
calling me to the task of clipping
wings of hawk rising higher, soaring
faltering to feed the hatchling in vale
i see plainly the perpetual voice
calling me to the task of cutting
arms of the archdiocese and knocking
it down to let in the Nazarene noise
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