Beautiful and haunting poem. I like the image of the enigmatic numbers as crumbs left on our paths to remind ourselves of the way back (unfortunatelly, there are always "birds" that eat them up and ruin it for us).
The mind as a labyrinth and the one losing it as a Theseus tying a string along the way.
So many Minotaurs left un chained in the labyrinths of our minds.