Anopheli - 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