I can see the light from the windows above 

A chandelier,

Bed post, 

Thin white curtains,

Between two curtains 

Light silhouettes the living room

Like a wine bottle. 
Further away shine two more bright lights

With the shadow of possibilities 

Floating on a cloud. 
And further still

Long rectangular golden lights 

Like twin stars 

And it goes to infinite. 
And daughter of job,

Meditating because that’s all that’s left. 

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