For Avigdor Arikha, by Samuel Beckett, 1967
Seige laid again to the impregnable without. Eye and hand
Fevering after the unself. By the hand it unceasinglyChanges the eye unceasingly changed. Back and forth the
Gaze beating against unseeable and unmakeable. Truce for
A space and the marks of what it is to be and be in face of.
Those deep marks to show.