My room with some light
Cast from many angles
Where they land and where it goes
So some becomes more
Something and something else

Tile and grout
Wall against will
Twisting in fractals
Approaching themselves
And away from some simultaneously

Smaller and smaller connections
Closer and closer, denser and denser
Left and right
All my neighbors
So the synapses evolve where quanta resides
And resolving in rightful places

Sanity breaks down
Beneath logic, above physics
Truth is merely a relative resolution of reality
All we get is truthiness or falseness
Conscience reveals itself as consciousness