The Man Who Could Listen

"I wander these roads
"Searching for one who understands me.
"How my curse, like Cassandra,
"Is to understand every word I hear
"But nobody knows what I have said.
"Do I stay silent, then?
"Like Pythagoras was wise
"Do I listen, and greedily soak in
"Every bit of wisdom I can from the fools?

"I speak, and not one knows what I have said.
"They speak, and a Hereclitian fire alights
"In my soul, seeing the mysteries upon mysteries
"Their very souls borne open to me...
"And just one I would like to touch
"And have them meet my own."