I don’t mean skepticism when I say doubt. To me, doubt is softer. It oscillates; it mediates between credulity and wonder and something like Locke’s acknowledgement of impossibility.

That is, skepticism, a stance, is static, while doubt is a groping through murky space, willing to risk the finding-of-something by colliding with it.

Doubt can be made; it can be crafted. Doubt is effected through movement.

Language, a made thing, constitutes a form of movement.

It moves between at least two presences,

whatever they might be—

“I” and “Something Else”

:agent and agent

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(In poetry as in, say, prayer, the interchange is rich while it may be impossible, or at least unnecessary, to know or define who the interlocutor/respondent/reader is.)