(One Half an Argument) I'll forego descent into mere prose And tumble all the way to doggerel While writing this below. I'll hold my nose While I, against my better self, scribble. Why doubt what you believe you should do? The way of doubt is never brave; Hesitating, wavering between this and that Wondering whether to stir the pot Or to add a little salt to already seasoned stew Is no chef's move, but churl's or base caitiff knave's. Step out boldly, bright before the darkling world! You be the light your know yourself to be! What matter if you crunch the smelly toes Of the remnant few who foolishly believe That things might just not be what you propose? Propose?! "Propositions," you say, "be damned! I know this as well as I know I am." Funny that, I thought, when it popped into my mind And I hope you see the humor in the line. Anyway, I think your bravery here well done And hope you may find comfort in your One Along with all the myriad Ones who Themselves find comfort while proclaiming, "You Believe in you, and I'll believe in me." There's satisfaction free of anxiety. Narcissism means one never says "I'm sorry; Never feels forsaken, never wrong, Never needs contrition or reform. Brave light bearer be while worlds of selves Fluttering moth-like above darkness, hell, Eternal sing, "No one makes a fool of me! For where I sow there I reap." Heaps of straw upon flames they cannot see Dark cherubim whose hymn a curdling shriek.