how icarus and i share consistent paths:

in doing so, we become experts at building wings --

it is neither that i am Ammon nor
headed as such,
but still they say a boiling-blooded
ram-skulled sailor like me is
destined to seldom bundle these
feathers,
is destined to lock
horns with you and yours

for the rest of my life:
"Icarus,"

"Are you still building momentum?"
they always said a ram like me would
butt heads with itself,
even as it sat within the Lion's den.

even as it sprung
equinoctial
on its haunches and led me to this well, Icarus,
ram like me were suckled on the unforgiving
southern sun.

how Sarasvati and i are
horned, watery, sisterly:
both of us, despite, are commonly depicted unmarried --

"Icarus,"
and where the ram's are sacred, sacrificial,
and rut to keep complacent:
"it snowed today."
and tender the light.