Self-Doubt
Self-doubt, excavator of steep canyons, is almost my faith, a peculiar one, of a small leaf trembling on canyon’s rim, attachment shaken, but still holding on to doze, I suppose, does fall short of sleep, hypnagogic hallucinations peel off from the ancient vellum of the night, the skin of the blackest of the black sheep hope infiltrates the dower se…


