State Of Self

Never let your guard down.

I suppose, this is

solitude conclusion.

That I brush off

another heart ache.

If we are in this

together, stand for one another.

What of the dead?

Haven't they lived?

We all dwell by millions

but are so few and

far spread.

Could they appear

in ethereal and spirit,

new forms?

When I will still be here

in the background,

didn't know 

couldn't know.

And the matter was

always dark.

That is what it is all about.

When I am in doubt.

State of self.

the state I have rendered down to.

When I sought out

that we are in this together.

Trust seems only so easy

between friends.

and Time seems to totally recall wrong!

and Space offers a heavy body!

Livid from the mortal tear

and the whispers through 

the night beams of a moon.

As we slow down,

life quickens it's pace.

State of self.

The mirror doesn't see

spirit, soul, energy,

being, only flesh form.

Before death, before life,

before form.

State of....