Comforting Our Thoughts In A Continuous Blue Testo

Your voice lifts my spirits,To a height once held by gods.
Your silence sparks my dialouge.
Empty words with subtle weapons.
Do we speak in tounges 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 would be naive to think that i'm not still learning.