`Ere I was Apollo: A poem 

You can’t tell him there are more than twelve 

on his coat of arms 

He has them all written down on the lines of his palms 

How did Olympus rue the lost sun? 

He shone brightly, but how he was undone 

What is treachery in aeons? 

Sacrifice is worth more than it by many billions! 

The eclipse is ill-begotten elliptical 

Did the floods, on Olympus, call? 

Can you see seven-eleven was a victim of alleged heaven? 

Was the first feather of Ararat a dove or a raven? 

You could lose Paradise’s light to a cavern 

and float for eternity from tavern to tavern 

Is it easy to hijack Jack? 

They always try to cut his nose to spite his face 

He was always fighting the base 

Hera can you show him the way, as Isis did? 

He doesn’t want anything that’s farthest away 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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