I want you to know that I won’t waste my time.

Golden rails before me.

I look down on your body.

Endless now, move forward.

Bring me down to the valley.

Where all the fields are crowned with gill-over-the-ground and white orchids.

In the wake of morning, everything slows down.

The gill-over-the-ground began to wrap around the white orchids.

Arrested where you stood, entangled up for good, the white orchids.