ACCORDANCE

'Certainties are arrived at only on foot.'
The darkening road permeates his right eye,
his left chatters like a tympany in which
lacewings are imprisoned.  He sings to his
nurse.  She has kept him in bed for over
a decade.  Long since,  he has ceased calling 
her his muse.  She brings him coffee and cake,
a small boat,  and a fork to eat the fish
with some enchantment for the lake it had
crept in.