Wavers it does,
sanity.
It's not so secure,
no.
The spaces between,
the going and the went.
Elongate
sometimes.

Trembles and expands,
the light
in all things.
Stretching my mind
to its limits,
where logic
withers.

Fear saluted at first
the go to
when things are new.
But actually,
this trickling mess
of unknowningness
allows me
to be.