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Amazon, capital of the water's syllables, patriarchal father, you're the secret eternity of fecundation, rivers flock to you like birds, you're shrouded by fire-colored pistils, the great dead trunks impregnate you with perfume, the moon can neither watch nor measure you.
You're charged with green sperm like a nuptial tree, silver-plated in wild springtime, you're reddened by woods, blue between the moon of the stones, clothed in iron vapor, leisurely as an orbiting planet.