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…