Disharmony of Solution

It is crystal clear now I being more dense at a cooler you - I have come to this understanding Communication though anxious to make us more the same Make us more different And yet the wand of words Make over and over again the magician So that the magic Is now the magician of the man Suddenly I cannot trust the wand I inherited There are too many conditions That limit the power of its use For liberation We are trapped like flies in it, all of us And you and I, were we not made by hands Might have a better chance to dissolve to it If the rule holds still for all solution And we too were merely the solute of the Word. The solvent of your voice Must never forget My solubility takes a higher temperature That may evaporate you.