Provides the difference needed between
Receiver and received, the free and bound,
For all will know what the artist has gleaned
Too easily. It is as if the form
That is all it is instantly melts away
To some universal feeling of warm
That precedes whatever tints that were played
Negotiating with the subject, its sense,
Which is only ever the audience,
Which is always only the void, a lack.
It starts off with that, and to that returns
In an infinite loop of what's never learned,
The eyes that catch fire to revert, to black.
