Across the strange borders,
I see myself blooming:
in forgotten pathways,
in manicured gardens,
in bonsai artefacts,
in frozen mummies.
My eye sees the horizon...
a few dotted lines
-lines in pink, blue and green-
cast the slippery wet norms.
The me in the mirror is refracted.
They tell me, it's you.
I spread my hands
and follow my master,
floating in the air,
above the anomalies of the self:
as I float by your universe,
memoirs of the road
sting my feet
...
I was so sure
I touched me in you
photograph: Himalayas, Uttarakhand, India; self
