The opening starts

face to face
you say yours
I say mine

yet there is no one
to talk to
independent dimensions meeting
trying to connect
we open our mouths
sounds emerge
activate images feelings
yet no one is listening
beyond the sound of their own voice
whispering fears
offending sensibilities
sparking laughter

I struggle to find a reason
to speak
in the politic of personal agenda
that wouldn’t add to the hypocrisy
I stick to the facts
hoping something that is heard
may actually be useful
the odds are like trying to impregnate
one in millions
and all the failed attempts
return like criticisms
projected from the many selves
finding fault in “other”
the meaning lost in translation

listen and silent are the same word

true communication comes from clarity
not the elaborate use of language
might that be a clue

the elephant in the room
points and laughs