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There appears to be in this home a faintly lit light

The light stand doesn’t move but the light grows

Increasing in strength until the curtains show

The basement is prohibited and unknown

The door unmoved in several years

I often dream of what it would be like

In this moment of reality I open the door

With each step I see the paneling flake away

The carpet of the steps deteriorating

At the bottom I see puddles of water on the floor

Any further my eyes cannot make out what beholds

I ask a friend to descend to the floor 

And with her eyes reveal what is to be seen

She tells me “there appears in this room a faintly lit light”

“The figures do not move but the light grows”

“Increasing in strength showing who? Nobody knows”

Knowing all we could we abandoned the still people

The heart of the sun will gain these coordinates 

And register the souls to their appropriate destination.