Terror

Terror is timeless, living deep in the mind,
a creature so many tentacled,
each, if touched, can convulse separately
or centrally, the fits are sudden, dire

in my developmental crisis there writhe
and compete and wrestle a thousand paths
but vaguely known , vaguely intuited
I am vagabond, unsure where I’m bound

bindings and being bound, leaps and bounds, falls,
sprawls, the loss of what I knew, thought I was,
what’s a chimera, what is truth, deceit,
how to realize my sliver incomplete

no taming of terror’s lightning that yet
may strike as shattering inspiration