Suddenly one day, we dug tunnels to the Zoo. For every layer of meaning in the stones. By the hesitant shore we walked through mountains of razor shells and looked out towards the slowness of the sea. The wall around the words. Here the night is already far behind me. I think you had forgotten that one. I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists.

If I had met you earlier, I would also have followed your gaze.