There is no belief

There is no belief

Without doubt

Too much is made of certainty

Touch a moment

Of truth

It will be gone

Before the fact of it

Is truly known

Whistle down

The empty halls

Wait for an echo

It will return

But never does it sound

Equal

To the first word

Do you know who I am

Or is that denial

I see in your eyes

The words in your mouth

Are not the ones

First formed

In reply

To the question

Of knowing me

Everything changes

On reflection

Even an object

Of fascination

Is subject to doubt

When belief in self

Is without

A general purpose

Or foundation.