hello?

between two minds we'll never close the gap
with language that's comprised of metaphor
each pointing to its own internal map
alluding to what we hope's common lore
no glossary can ever be complete
to keep half-conversations well aligned
no words can guarantee the twain should meet
'though they be written, vocalized, or signed
compulsively, like chickadee or lark
we cast our hopeful message to the breeze
aspiring to a hook-up in the dark
who'll warm to our intentions by degrees
the mind that clearest sees its bounding wall
may be the only one that's free at all