Displaced, dropped from space into this human race, leaving no trace, my true identity erased. . Alone I roam the minutes of the long days spinning into months that turn to years. With tears I mark the passing. Glimpses, like shadows viewed in the periphery of my clouded vision, too full of chaos and sound around me I need to hear your voice, Mother, to feel your love, Father the kinship of a brother that I never really knew beyond our childish games-our names scratched on the sidewalk. Come back! What I lack is kindred spirit, the connection, resurrection of the flame to ease the shame of forgetting and regretting the fall. It was but for such an error that I walk through life in terror, neither knowing friend or foe and no matter where I go, it follows. fear always an unwilling guest serving pain in spite of all my best efforts to deflect, reject the lie.