Interpreter - from "Northwest Passage," pilot episode

Repeat what you told me:
that it never felt so good
to dissolve,
discreetly minimal
this quality of life
to rival red-shaded whispers.
Permit me a moment,
an interpreter at the head of
each sentence of your chest,
your right hand.
Proposed growth
stands on a map, ghostwood environs,
the air a concerned expansion
as you see the words.
Move to me.
The middle of
this excuse is a clean translation.
You'll see what I can offer.