in the end, we all melt together

[alasanon]

When we talk, we talk over each other
The words don't match, but we make
Our own understandings, clipped from
Things unspoken and things given life
Illustrations shifting one frame to the next
Meanings obscured by time and mist
If it seems like we disagree, we do
But only until the next chance to change
Each other's minds and hearts anew
Stick a sword in me, friend, I have had enough