Wrung round its chest was loft, all void woke,
It was the void that cooled heat till ice repel,
It was the heat that cooled angst ere the Yoke,
Wrong was angst how mute a shade rebroke,

Looped forth were spools of dark, new thread,
Lit by mem'ry cast of dear whence art befed,
Lit by art such canvas grew such strokes bled,
Loped was light: could not count hour he fled.
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