Testo Comforting Our Thoughts In A Continuous Blue

Your voice lifts my spirits to a height once held by gods.
Your silence sparks my dialogue,
Empty words with subtle weapons.

Do we speak in tongues to taste something?
Or is it to convince ourselves that we know more than we do?
(I feel my stomach turning inside out.)
All I know is I know nothing. It'd be naive to think I'm not still learning