i perceived the rumbling of 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 hatchling in vale
i see plainly the perpetual voice
calling me to the task of cutting
arms of archdiocese, and for knocking
down that portal to produce her stance
