Negotiate.

Let's lay in hypnosis tangled sheets,
While the idol arms that oft ought held you weep.
This is what helpless is;
Surrendered like the body and the companies we keep.
I am a dot on the sentence where the sentinels stand.
Reposed with the wind when the tide wears down.
You were always late.
Stand down, stand down.
Time always comes when the hands come around.
Brandished like the fires that can no longer breathe,
I am the spot on our faces that freckle when you speak.