Towering and insensate
the golden form of the Archer
drawn from point to point
eternal equidistance
maintained
but at what cost.
Such straining, pulling
at once outward and inward
spinning yet feigning
effortless poise--stillness.
And this is your nature
to draw and to repel
to inspire and to deny
your light--to withhold.
But somewhere
in your patches
of inky indigo
lies the explanation
of your points of light.
There in your darkness,
your light is made whole
and the unfeeling is made
to feel.