Lost in Shade

Lost in Shade I am a blur in the mosaic, painted, not placed a borrowed hue in a gallery of dream and machines. Voices whirl like prayer wheels spun too fast, each syllable a wind that forgets my name. Skyscrapers bloom like cold steel flowers, rootless, like me, fed by wires, not soil. I chase the scent of home through alleys of memory, but find only the dust of vanished names. My past is folded in a drawer no one opens, forty winters pressed into brittle silence. I carry nothing but breath and a blank refrain, I am lost in a shaded world But with no shade of my own.