I could tell you something profound
but my chosen words might lay dormant to you.

So we are left with a halt in communication
a low energy connection
a lack of spiritual communion.

Until I choose such words
that strike your pulses
and in that moment,

you, I, we, believe we have been understood
grasped that which has been symbolized with transient letters
that form words, that lead to noises

attempting to convey the intangible,
one string from the web of interconnected electrical impulses
that strike our consciousness and spur a desire to attend to each,

and place each fragile thought in the most correct order.
The one with the least chance of being misunderstood, misinterpreted, falsified,
for all that we have to transcend past ourselves

is this Ability.