It wilighe iguana:

        From a rainbotlement,

        a tongue like a javelin

        lunging in verdure;

        an ant reading the jungle,

        monastiusical feet;

        the guanaco, oxygen-fine

        in tances,

        cobbling    into gold;

        the llama of scrupulous eye

        the dews

        of a delicate world.

        A monkey is weaving

        a tiable lusts

        on the margins of m:

        opples a pollen-fall,

        startles t-flght

        of tterfly, he Muzo.

        It    of tor:

        snouts moving out of the slime,

        in inal darkness, tions,

        a clatter of armour, opaque

        in the bog,

        turning back to the sources.

        touche leaves

        h his phosphorous absence,

        to

        in the blaze of his hungers,

        his eyeballs, a jungle of alcohol,

        burn in his head.
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