Against you now, though not in opposition,
Ideas slither twixt us in our grip,
Which separates me from your own position
But cleaves us: both adhering – and in rip.
Inflection, too, might cast a word adrift,
Its timbre, if strident, clangs on sounding board
And nudge a gentle meaning sideways shift,
Munificent intent, turned grating chord.
Try then for meaning resolute and clear
Whose purpose none should therefore contradict.
Yet badly spoken words in off-guard ear
Considered later, leave the listener tricked.
Will silence then between us great truths speak?
Or murmured sigh, cool breath on flaming cheek.
Ideas slither twixt us in our grip,
Which separates me from your own position
But cleaves us: both adhering – and in rip.
Inflection, too, might cast a word adrift,
Its timbre, if strident, clangs on sounding board
And nudge a gentle meaning sideways shift,
Munificent intent, turned grating chord.
Try then for meaning resolute and clear
Whose purpose none should therefore contradict.
Yet badly spoken words in off-guard ear
Considered later, leave the listener tricked.
Will silence then between us great truths speak?
Or murmured sigh, cool breath on flaming cheek.
