Nothing new under the sun
Throughout
history
Gender wild
Hatred
love
Peace
violence
Philosophies
madness
And we
think we’re so
Progressive
Yet theres
truly been nothing
New
beneath the sun
A door
inside the sun
There’s a
door inside the sun
I step
through sometimes
In to a
dimension of
Gold light
Searching
for the eternal
Apollo’s
Nine for the Muses
As Apollo
rides the sun across
The sky
The rays
of light like arrows
Penetrate
& obliterate
All doubt
with in
Revealing
the truth in this
Poem
That there
is a concrete fate
& A
settled destiny for those
Touched by
His nine
Ladies
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