It was the twilight of the iguana: br br From a rainbowing battlement, br a tongue like a javelin br lunging in verdure; br an ant heap treading the jungle, br monastic, on musical feet; br the guanaco, oxygen-fine br in the high places swarthed with distances, br cobbling his feet into gold; br the llama of scrupulous eye br the widens his gaze on the dews br of a delicate world. br br A monkey is weaving br a thread of insatiable lusts br on the margins of morning: br he topples a pollen-fall, br startles the violet-flght br of the butterfly, wings on the Muzo. br br It was the night of the alligator: br snouts moving out of the slime, br in original darkness, the pullulations, br a clatter of armour, opaque br in the sleep of the bog, br turning back to the chalk of the sources. br br The jaguar touches the leaves br with his phosphorous absence, br the puma speeds to his covert br in the blaze of his hungers, br his eyeballs, a jungle of alcohol, br burn in his head.