Interpret

From a perspective askew by renewed interest
By accidently arousing curiosity
Of my passive attention span
Our conversation
is gaining velocity
While my subconscious
still sleeps soundly.
A foray of stories
most of which I heard
Told from endless chanting tongues
Singing the hymns
of time misspent
Or resounding a pointless victory
Ghost of me quietly regrets.
While you express
a torrent of thoughts
As I stare deeply
at the empty expanse
Seclusion
Is the only reality I can abide
Yet you fail to interpret this
Remain
By my side.
For now.
Deciphering why you came
Until you translate my disinterest
Remind me again, what is your name?