– in homage to Zbigniew Herbert and Marcel Proust

Witness Don Meditatio
who shapes his own likeness
with infirm hands –
his teeming mind
twisted round a stake of lies.

A happy commotion he is,
never shriven of sin.
Light fed through a sieve
of ragged clouds
barely touches him.

A clean cut from Time
is what he seeks to make.
Like Marcel.
His steeple in Combray –
a needle to write about.

Admire the futility of his quest.