The mountain IS a jaguar.
Inside its mouth
every tooth's a scroll.
In this library of scrolls, priests ask
Is this the right one?
But none of them are
and there is no way of acquiring more.
Stars stare from the eyes.
The motorcycle repeats the déjà vu the motorcycle
disappears into the magma.
The jaguar rises with lava.
The scrolls are ready once again to burn.
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