My life was but tinder to Art's fitful flame
& Love its own e'er going on the game
Of Witchcraft forlorn, lips of Tartar
Yet, by Zorn, are Martin-Lof's martyr.
Envoi-
By the methexis of Tyche, mystery becomes thinkable.
& by the cathexis of the Saqi, Memory drinkable
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