Maunderings

Sometimes I
look inside
and see pathways
that are me
Twisted and dark ,
some; light and airy ,
others

they were graved  
by the arbiter of my mind
Shall there be another
To pull the strings together  
straighten me out < is that even possible>  

Dark and dreamy are
the pools of My eyes
        dank and sweaty is
How I leave her behind      
all that the night heard,
moans , whimpers, mewls,  
Stilled the sounds of the jungle
and
Yet calmed not the
pathways strung out
in my head
Looking back      I see,
skewed images     wrapt forms      
a single tear down the cheek    
Why do I feel moisture?