A beautiful gentle of the (On an unimportant day I went to an unimportant place In the industrial district of my small town Down by the rail yard, vagrants found A factory where apples were once packed Dust-caked concrete, in stacks Now comprises the creeping floors Darkened, skulking creatures gorged On the fragments of light cast from glass Past elevators with empty shafts A fall from the city's best view Heart filled with those to nowhere else. In the darkest recesses of the world, The crumbs of the rising bread of life Find the greatest comfort. Checkered lead paint defines Tartarus You must climb even further To understand that you will never rise again :1.3), by (Norman Rockwell and Alphonse Mucha:0.8), (graffiti and Panorama:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting