Safest way back

Through shades of recent memories,
contentious fleeting flash-backs presenting
glimpses of events long past; there out on the
periphery, too hazy and indistinct to see properly
an almost-out-of-view something familiar lurks
with features blurred and long since forgot
amidst the hints of greater glory.

There the strength has gathered, there in
corners spurned for interests far ahead,
mindless of the choices left to gather dust on
pedestals with busts of dead and sanguine
follies disabused, the mindless paths pursued,
the baggage left in careless piles disguised
by random veils un-viewed.

The vista is a Dante’s scene of fractal
realities unhinged – though comforting, I
know exactly where I stand. I’m at the
fringe and looking in, absorbing energy from
hoarded plants of past pursuits which mark
my causal path amongst the reeking ruins,
and point the safest way back in.
© I.D. Carswell