Captured

We are captured by the intricacies
Of what interests us, they lead us on
Through the maze of our amazement in what
We hope is a quest for heart of the thing

Which we imagine might be the beating
Heart at the seat of things in general
The illusion is exhilarating,
Disillusion then darkly enthralling

As practice shows us that the game we play’s
Huge, so enormous its scale’s beyond us,
Ever uncompassable, no matter
What notes we play, melodies discover

Our substance is then insubstantial
Despite all alchemical artifice