It seems to test me

and I test this newness,

dipping into parts of my soul,

and that of others,

mostly contextually,

seldom cuddly, or litmus strip, miss.

Tested, at every turn,

acid, base

and mostly, neutral.

Empirical evidence,

leading on, leading to 

preliminary, or premature findings,

terminated lines of enquiry,

if not, why not conclusions.

On balance is it

much ado, about nothing,

or if not nothing, trace, 

Tracey, or some other?

Parts in a million,

I just want one.