Every word of every sentence,
each phrase of every breath
in rough parlance
not just a shibboleth.
In the pauses, the silent air
sits still, not even a quiver
all truth is laid bare
or of it just a sliver.
In those breaks of the wordy flow,
our minds fill in the gaps
of this conversational gateau;
these ill-fitting fillings, perhaps,
make the discussion blow.
Thinking something different
some, things that are abhorrent
others, simply an acknowledgement,
but they are unaware
that each has their own affair
(there is nothing to compare)
since our thoughts are so unlike
yet our exchange so alike.
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