summarizing Proust

for Marcel Proust each period's a sin
against a novel yearning to breath free
of all constraints on what must be left in
and what just serves his own pathology

to let the reader come up for a breath
to maybe think a thought that's all his own
perturbs the author like the whiff of death
for one so terrified to be alone

no starting point, no prospect of an end
can punctuate his mighty verbal flow
an amazon of branching streams and bends
and vapid characters who come and go

abandon hope who embark on the task
to bring to light what's buried in Swann's past