Cobwebs

Cobwebs in corners masterfully strung,

Along the splinters of blistering walls.

Draping its handiwork, a spider crawls,

Between the rafters, methodically hung.

But now a broom brushes away this lace,

From peeling walls painted by those before,

Where I splash paint upon the concrete floor,

And dream of heaven in this humble place.

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