Far, far from the light of the sun,
In the rainforest, the spider Eyes gleam, the bird is devoured, The raindrops splash beside her, The men walk in the dark, The night blackness roll and swell, Fear, trembling, lifted spears, And rage that nothing can dispel, The slipper orchid is devoured, The coati half-eaten at its lair, The liana vines choke the tree, The curare dangles in the air, Everything is black, lumps, Mistaken trees, deviant limbs, Sizzling rage and shame, The air gray, the universe dims, And the flower that smells like rotted flesh Crouches on the fallen tree. The kapok and the harpy eagle Rise clear above the canopy.
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