He was the most Klimt witted man I ever saw
His portraits were pointillistic
His fingers were long and pliant
His face a wire drawing of picasso in old age
His ears like two old beer mugs hung with multiple invisible rings
His shoulders narrow,
his coat hung off wrong;
dead cabbage leaves in moonlight, the effect
His body shapeless,hidden
An old wooden peg, blunt.
Legs hidden like Victorian tables
Feet bare but well shaped.
Too many dots and no eyes.
He was all there
Then he wasn’t.
How my heart sings 
I like this – the human condition – all that complexity and then it goes…. I find it the disturbing feature of all life – one sees the fantastic complexity and perfection of a tiny creature like a mayfly; there just for a day and, probably, destined merely to feed a ‘higher’ creature!
Yes,life is all very puzzling and amazing.