If we but give it time, a work of art 'can rap and knock and enter our souls' and re-align us - all our molecules - to make us whole again..

The fire first has to be laid before the match can be put to it..

Apertures, passages from one world to another. Man's escape hatches..

It is the stress that holds the structure up..

Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face ….