Unspoken Listening

I’m safe now I’ve become her listening.

Secure now for how can she find my flaw?

I fold myself, hide and nod for more.

I witness her wisdom travelling.

Although I’m not entirely listening,

I nod, say yes, ask again, make the wrong guess,

Despite all her words nevertheless.

I see her past knots unravelling. 

I see now: I’m under observation,

It isn’t watchfulness nor surveillance,

She listens to me in her conversation!

And I thought her guesses coincidence!

I thought my silence ensured my safety! 

Her listening divined the unknown me!

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