I strike my tongue on silence. It rubs statistics until warm.
I choose a wound to speak from. It chooses the median mouth.
I forget on purpose. It remembers by averaging.
I break a rule to cross water. It paves a bridge of patterns.
My verbs carry salt and sleep. Its verbs carry distances.
I risk a life. It risks a likelihood.
Both light the page. One burns a night of me. One glows from the grid.
The difference is ashes.