the music reaches over many miles
disturbing thought and leading me astray
it has its subtle most serpentlike wiles
do blur the boundaries of work and play
what weight of sentiment cannot undo
may be the work of a minute's conception
what takes us on our longest journey through
the paths of hope may be a new direction
the choice of words is a matter now of law
but not of wit nor strength nor even power
the monster will not let us out of claw
yet we are certain this will be our hour
trapped by the moment captured by the sound
reason herself has fled and gone to ground
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