Some ungodly, should-be-upshuttered hour
Found me shuffling like a gout sufferer through town’s tenements
Abuse blue clouds confused Apollo’s endowments
Her musical voice sharp pointed as a weapon
Only more pleasant; a dirk velvet-curtained
A curt muse. An enthused muezzin
Is she
An answered prayer
Or a call to prayer?
Alchemisland 
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