speech is our cover

speech is the somewheres, 

between a catwalk and a runway,

that humbles thoughts into words,

that models as if meaningfuls, in passing,

fashionable as if listening had eyes,

as if one could wear those words,

embrace those thoughts

and identify a meaningful self within.

how far up the catwalk of say 

can one go,

to make an idea fly,

to hear a rumor in the clouds,

or to have a god-speak register as thought?

speech, as if the solace of deliverance, 

is yet for heard 

to become the witness of first hand,

a disciple of what is now commonly known.

speech is really only the highlights reflecting,

never the essence deeply declared.

language doesn't do that.

language is depictional at best.

for true embodiment,

there is the need for emotional tonal deliverance

and speech has a wide range of presentation, 

potentially to further embody,

but not never as always a given.

speech can be as bland 

as a visually aiding sidewalk in the passing.

or it can be as rich as

meaningless sounds of soul depth expressed,

each having a way of show.

but the deliverance is 

eventually in the minds of the beholders,

where speech is not the heard of it

but the say of oneself, to oneself, in the hearing.

I am those words, those thoughts,

in your voice coming through me.

it's baffling that your mouth is my mind.

and my excuse is that,

I am hearing you say.

what that thought provoked 

resides in me.

be it active or reactive,

in either case,

speech spoken and heard

is the cover we'll use.

it will be as if a conversation took place

and that's what apparently happened.

it's that you said, I heard

and speech-as-listened

was our method of exchange . . .