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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