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Dante wrote the underworld full of water
sopping wet grass and mud
rusted sheet metal and industrial bolts
there’s no backwards to origin
the way forward continuously transforms
and when The Room is approached within Tarkovsky’s Zone
wise to the filth filling his soul
   the artist rebuffs his unconscious innermost
to rid the world of misbegotten hope
   the scientist intends a 10 kiloton bomb
   then breaks it down.