Closed the door of self
disappeared into luscious
where I was no longer classified by colour
intelligence, conformity or creed.
Mirrored walls pleaded innocence
or ignorance, in that nitrate reflective
all was equal, undisturbed, virginial.
Elongated stretch on downy neutrality
where particules travelled slowly
reminiscent of the grass that grew
mid-summer along the burgeoning
bilingual slopes of my mountain.
No concern here behind pinked eyelids,
enraptured in thrall silence
and verdant growth.
Recognition and recollection
are one and the same
some times you walk with me