It wilighe iguana:
From a rainbotlement,
a tongue like a javelin
lunging in verdure;
an ant reading the jungle,
monastic, on musical 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 morning:
opples a pollen-fall,
startles t-flght
of tterfly, he Muzo.
It of tor:
snouts moving out of the slime,
in original 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.