I will illustrate the problem with poetry, using yesterday’s poem as an illustration:

Tell me a story —
tell me about the echo in the hallway
when you sing,
(What’s there to say? It echoes.)

tell me of silence.
(If I told you, it wouldn’t be silence.)

Tell me the word that will help me understand you,
the word of your truth.
(Coffee.)

Tell me your name.
(You already know my name.)

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Well, THAT was an interesting conversation. Not at all what I expected.