Counting and counting
the rules break
the boards clear
and you’ll stand taller.
Sweat on my brow
soft finger of lifting spirits
and will charge the light
with blinding shields as visors
counting numbers like bills
on the heart of a goddess.
She’ll arise under the same light
precious eyes and blushed skin
crunching her mind
and I’ll bite the light
only I shall count
the number of truths.
Saint's Muse 