River of doubt

Where I come from or go
I know not
What shape or form I am
I know not
Colour have I not,
Taste or smell are but alien unto me.
Size matter's not.
But all to mine enslavement come,
even for a minute!
This second of smallest doubt destroys eternity!
And forever flow I, River of doubt.

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