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.