Hi @d-pend,

You weave words that are very hot:

clever-masked with eloquence

Daggers of venom studded with gems and covered with linen

Your music background helps the words sing a rhapsody on our society.
And mostly the poem makes me think about this "formless formula".

Yet the formula itself unravels at the merest glance,
decomposing its components into dirt, ether and ants

This is what they teach us in Biology:

But if we try to interfere it is more like this: