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a clatter of armour, opaque
burn in his head.
snouts moving out of the slime,
in the sleep of the bog,
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turning back to the chalk of the sources.
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he topples a pollen-fall,
an ant heap treading the jungle,
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From a rainbowing battlement,
the llama of scrupulous eye
of a delicate world.
the guanaco, oxygen-fine
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the puma speeds to his covert
lunging in verdure;
in the high places swarthed with distances,
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cobbling his feet into gold;
A monkey is weaving
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It was the night of the alligator:
a thread of insatiable lusts
a tongue like a javelin
monastic, on musical feet;
in the blaze of his hungers,