Lost and Found
It’s an endless city It’s a ghost town she didn’t know the namesÂ
Of places walking Through temples sleeping She’d thought to memorise
The blurred edges of their Idols, their contours and Their hidden faces
Only by way of the hue of Sunlight and shadow she Would find.
Now, when she recalls The travels she has made she finds Their description meaningless,
Their translation redundant and Obscure.










