I don’t know what you are trying to say. But I like it.
I’m hearing the words. I see your lips move.
The sound is flowing around me and through me. But it has not made its impact.
I could listen to you for hours. I guess it’s the vibrations.
The conviction that you speak with. Why can I not talk like that?
Your equals nod and agree. Or they don’t. They understand it on both levels.
But I? I catch it on a different wave.
A tiny white ceramic milk jug infinitely pouring over me. & I understand.
Your greatness.