In The Room

The people were infected,

With planet playing Doom,

When soul, by truth protected

Appeared within the room.

From center of infection

Arose the sulfur fumes

That were the interaction

Of darkness and the room.

Some wondered whom to murder,

Others what to consume.

That seemed to be the order

When light came in the room.

It came like an eruption,

Volcano sending plumes -

An uncouth interruption

To business in the room.

It came like Holy Fire,

Dispelling all the gloom -

Mind, powered with desire,

Setting alight the room.

The fire reaching the clouds -

Like, for the bride, the groom -

Incinerated doubts

And darkness in the room.

Descartes, Hobbes, Aristotle,

Kant, Philo, Freud and Hume

Were quite completely totalled

When light came in the room.

"What was the consummation?"

"Well, what did you assume?"

Momentous conflagration

When light came in the room.

However dour the night is,

The beauty will resume

When in the midst of darkness

The sun enters the room.

And we of soul and matter

Will bring the world to bloom -

The cockroaches all scatter

When light is in the room.

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