Likeness

You were born in the month of the goat,
the time of stubbornness,
or of the narrowed eyes, the tightened jaw,
or of obstinate refusal. So I see, when I watch beyond the darkened
windowpanes, the angry one, the one who can not be bent,
still feels the weight of my passing. It is
a light thing, the way we curve by, avoidant. And others who look on
when our paths cross, what do they know
of passion? I am not like you, the ambitious one. My words are
I Serve
and all you can do to live is scream to the air I Deny!
one final act of rebellion, be satisfied
that in the sky I see you, climbing your twisted spiral stair, always moving
not of your own accord but through the darkness
like a diamond on a chain, and I your counterweight, descending.

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