Apollo
Breaking thru the clouds
with the power of light
as a song bird sings
untill the night
healing the wounded
as a chariot thus fly
plucking his lyre
as he opens our eyes
this oracular God
whom can heal or kill
protecting the sun
with a musical gun.
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