I am a lion, in jungles of thought
A king of jungle, on muscles wise
A wind on nerves, of distant paws
Master of the game, when hunger roars
Jungle, my master
Dark spaces, my mother
Whispering leaves, my father
On this earth, of fearless reason
A master I am not, of jungles
A mother I am not, of dark spaces
A father I am not, of whispering leaves
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