Seldom sunlight pentrates sanity leaving blistered imaginations swirling, sifting, swinging along the steel trellis just beneath uptown society's silence. It is there, black, dusky and devoid of humanity, distorted, dirty and dented. Along the sloping brow, understanding's knocking is futile, as nineteenth century visions protrude, exude primal ignorance and the fatal tunnel vision of divine fervor. Eyes flight, low altitude gods, misguided misdirected and misled, bound for hell, a one-way slide into darkness and death. It owes all to eyes seeing shallow.