I love the crackle
of some knowledge
but not enough.
No expectations
on myself
yet.
No idea
if I am being naïve
or ingenious.
Soon,
I will have eaten
too much
of it.
It can’t be helped,
curiosity is voracious
but for now
leave me in the reeds,
the muck
of halfway there.
I am blind
and lost.
I am drunk
with awe.