i must find myself..
within the very mazes,
of your past tense.
whatever was remembered ago.
i must find myself…
where i did exist
where i wondered and whispered:
think of me.
i am no stranger.
i knew you.
is that not enough
to find where i never was
until now.
intotheindigo 
Deep. Sounds something like a poem I wrote about ‘invisible generations in places that have never been….”
I would like to agree, except I can’t seem to be able to read your work =(
I haven’t posted that poem yet-have to find it.