I hide in choices u haven’t made, I vanish the moment a path is laid. I can haunt u, help u, or keep u still, I’m the shadow that forms when u test your will. I’m the space between maybe and done, Name me, and you’ll see I was more than one.

I share a home with dark matter, measured yet unseen, No edge, no name, no promise of reveal. I fill the space where answers have never been, Beyond the reach of proof, untouched by appeal.

Four more than an icosahedron. Start with the first person singular nominative pronoun, followed by a business abbreviation. Next is a location, possibly of a construction project or a web. Follow with what Taylor might call her fiancee, then one of his pronouns. Finish with something that can be a toy, a tool, a weapon, or part of a show, without its final e.

A state of knowing reached with no deliberation A product of the subconscious? Often improved with experience

I am the answer that changes the question. Once I appear, you must ask me again. You chase me in circles with each new suggestion, For when I am certain, I vanish, amen. I am right in front of your face. What am I?