Silver – stanza 14.3

Silver does not answer questions, she tells
No more than she wishes told; I have learned
To respect her boundaries, she has her reasons
Research and experience have taught me much
As much as anyone alive, perhaps, but I don’t
Know who Silver really is, what she is, really
Where she came from, what she can really do
But it seems to be true that she created us
At least in a sense, she seems to be the only
One of us who can pass the knowledge of our
Immortality to a mortal, her presence
Has accompanied the first transition of every
Immortal I have spoken to or read about
With a few exceptions, Immortals, like myself
Who, through age, no longer remember our first
Silver has told me, as she tells everyone that
Life is a phenomenon of will and that death
Is nothing more than a failure of our will
Words but when accompanied, trained maybe
By Silver, those mere words revitalize the
Spirits and memories and emotions of the
Departed, and once done can be repeated
Forever as far as we know, none have
Ceased living so far, by my calculations
One proscription we are given, to stay alive
Is suicide; by wanting to die, we doom our will
For the will to die conflicts with the will to survive
Even so, engaging in risky behavior is different
To die all we must do is recklessly court death

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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