Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things. Together we mapped the order of things lying down. In the lips and in the skin. Desertion. Assertion. Did you know that? You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. I get the day going, writing quietly.

I could forget what is forgotten. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. Parts of your dreams fell out between your lips. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains.

You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains.