Why speak?

Why speak? To let you come to yourself through me, speak in me. To live as though I were never alive, as though X’s and my babbling were nothing more than a syllable of your endless speech, always and never here. Why speak? Because I can’t be silent. How to speak then? By helping you come to yourself, despite me, despite X, despite our babble which strives to silence you. How to listen to you as we babble to one another, listen between and among our babble? How to overhear ourselves and thereby forget it’s from us the words come, or remember that it isn’t? How to forget we’re speaking, to let you speak in us? How to forget ourselves, to live as if we never lived?


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