I address you

I address you and my speech is immediately broken apart by your absence, or my failure to listen to your response. Something breaks apart my speech, but what breaks in? Nothing but the fact that my speech is broken apart. Yet I continue to name you, shamelessly, keep announcing you, surprised that I even can, and I give you the credit in my hopeless hope. You learn more by talking than by listening, says X, and he’s half right, since you unlearn more by talking, by being called forward in your confusion as you talk.


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