Conversations
Fleeting thoughts, freely flowing.
Some make no sense, some seem all knowing.
Ideas, emotions, opinions, transmitted through eyes,
tone of voice, gestures, capture interests.
But only for a moment.
Then a silence settles in, lost on a tangent, or tertiary thought.
Stranded with many crossed conceptions in our heads.
Suddenly... Another topic of reflection starts.
Tiny crackles of electro-chemical energy spark,
gathering facts, finding lost memories,
remembering feelings, and postulating theories.
Data courses between synapses, receptors.
Then fires down nerves, like power through live wires.
Stimulating diaphragm, larynx, and tongue;
to form a vibration; waves that shake the air.
Until they tickle another sentient ear.
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