The lights in that building never go off.
They've been on since anyone's been alive.
They burn miraculously but without faith.
There is no electricity, no flame, no gas, no stove,
No oven, no heat, no warmth.
But the light is there, undoubtedly.
The stars extinguish
So the darkness broadens
Until the building light shines brighter, brightest of anything.
Beckoning, waiting
For a cynic like you.
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