The Third Law

What is the part of me that bears my name?

Which piece admits our souls–our brains, our hearts?

A heart of flesh or metal is the same

that loves in summed reciprocating parts.

My heart is then my dynamo, my brain

the grinding axle gear that cranks my wheel.

I fear no ghost. I lack a will to feign.

My mechanisms act as though I feel.

I push against the thing that owns your name;

opposing equal force restores me back.

So then I mark my essence, yours the same,

in interplay of balanced strength and lack.

The one who equals me in pain and joy

can have me as their steadfast clockwork toy.