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TRADE

Recipient;

incomprehensible
acts of cruelty
do not surmount
to a wish for death!

in all your travels
has it not occurred to you
that the fatal wound
Is but a consequence?

the will to live
ingrained in all
the abrasive shock
of flight or fight

fears raw grip
around our stomachs
guides our nerve
we jolt and vomit

we like to think ourselves
ordained in hierarchy
that we self crown
and we bear down

throwing our weight
the cudgel to and fro
so that everybody knows
where they reside

the woven sticks
bound with the fist
pendulum arm swings
and mesmerises

Chrononaut
deathless patron
whose eyes have seen
our cradle and grave

Yet missed the point
That life only has meaning
when fleeting?
It is the wealth of brevity

Yourself unhindered
Whose meandered path
Has served you endless splendour
Dare to judge us mere trifles?

Sentinel;

I judge for I do not know
the graze of sunlight
intimacy of touch
I am but a husk!

I am jealous
pain could be a joyous thing
to that which cannot know
each tense and vital blow

Recipient;

the component of you
who broods in singularities

with Galileo impetus
you watch inscrutable tides
to bask in stars ejecta
the gloss of lakes of mercury

and yet you crave this
orchestration of meat
that rots from genesis
until epiphanic death bed

I would gladly trade
to know your sight
trade your life
for my lack thereof?

It is an unfair trade
my meagre years
for your endlessness
Yet I am willing

Sentinel;

beneath my cowl hides
fields of Nero’s ash
the snap of bone
I am sepulchral

You will inherit
the terrible barrenness
the anguish of unfeeling
a soporous value

Recipient;

let me take your mask
unload this burden
For death is paralysis
and entropy

Sentinel;

unravel into me
and I into you,
for I now claim you
as my own

In which the Recipient attempts to explain the perception of our lust for death, and that it is not death, but survival that warrants every cruel deed. Yet he is in awe of these tales of this entity and its journeys, to witness stellar events and to travel the length and breadth of time. As he plays devils advocate, and finally admits to the absurdity of our actions, he offers to trade places - his brief life, for the entities endlessness. Finally we see the goal of the Sentinel all along. The trade was ever in its mind, leaving the hapless human to know the cold and empty existence of forever whilst it revels in the sliver of life granted to it.

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