Doubt is that which hangs
on a cliff's edge_
Not one afoot on grounds,
neither the waters below.
But of all them dwellers,
it's got the keenest view;
to see the core of that
behind him, and that under.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like a stiletto to the chest, this hits hard. Once again, you've done it again, doll. best care, sjg