I wake at the junction between the tracks
laid for the trains of thought which take me back
to murky past I’d fought forgotten, grieved
and lost. Tackled by beliefs I’d deceived
myself there’s no one left to blame. I send
condolences as all these ghosts ascend
released on their own recognizance, tied
by arcane cords of light, for though they’ve died
here they remain, the patterns firmly bind
as lessons spin their way through the designed
labyrinthine game, played for keeps, moving
through lives and deaths, wake and sleep, improving
Inspired by: Past, Condolences, Tackle and Junction.