at a certain point when you begin to doubt
every word that i say
i start to believe that you are beginning to believe me
to understand what could have been understood from the point of doubt
you ask what if this is true and what if this is not
possibilities are beginnings
i begin to believe you
if you only know that the foundation of everything is doubt
a la Descartes
to the conclusion that you the doubter exist
and that is
the most certain thing possible under the heavy clouds of doubts.
i think i doubt, therefore i think the doubter exists.
it is the mind after all making a mind unto itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem