Not Counted...

Way back when, mid constellation Serpens came around a round that sang a healing sound. Ophi IS in the ecliptic and not cryptic to see Turning yearning and begging to be. Counted. Zeus to hear and dare you see a bolt he threw in lightening speed indeed, passed through Me. Fast and swift in the midnight shift of sky flew and by my eYes I did cry... You! Obliteration of the physician was your intent Never meant for the genius of healing feelings and the meaning to be sent in time. But... A bolt of light won't stop this rhyme. Mounted Over head in stars and bars that traveled far Is a space in Time that's now the Start. Knots ARE. Counted.