Searching for the most condign word to describe my current sentiment, but I'm left without a semblance of a word or an imagined understanding. Consternation, perhaps. Loss, possibly. No word seems to suffice. This feeling comes and goes, like J Alfred Prufrock's women that "talk of Michelangelo."
Maybe it is doubt. Must be.
A glimmer of doubt, and I am emptied.
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