Doubt

Call me a skeptic, cynic, fool
For making deeper doubt my rule--
Not in regards to things divine,
But down within this world of mine
Where theories pose to guide and clue
As to the truths we hold as true;
Though theory might a truth behold,
In only doubt can truth unfold,
But theoried vision bends and skews
The hermeneutic of the truths.
Without acceptance brash or blind,
I doubt, a truer truth to find,
And set no theory as my fence
To reach for boundless evidence.