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.