Prunes And Parallelograms Poem by Barry Van Asten

To see beyond this veil of stuff
And glimpse the things that I once saw;
To feel the same strange formlessness
Weave its way and create once more.

To mourn loss in this world of skin;
To keep a name close to the heart;
To shine a light in the darkness;
To feel the hurt inside depart.

And all the shadows of the world
Hold opportunity and doom.
The sensual rhythm of our bodies
Are linked by silence in a room;

Linked by the great things and by change,
Kept under the eye of shame's face;
A mind distilled to movement's music
And then fragmented into space.