state

scan far and distant skies

somewhere the fire is lit

kept deep within the eyes

some fleeting trace of it

cradled a brother's head

a bombed water hole

no light, but void instead

all absence takes its toll

and then bled once more

some pale reality

opening and closing doors

one must wait to see

in a bunker, in a bar

still living on the wane

somewhere a brighter star

uncertainty remains

smoke rises in solemnity

we juxtapose this state

this pestilent disparity

helps us better to equate

this with that

the fleeting forms between

distinct and flat

ideal from horrid spleen

come late unto the giving field

there's nothing known but loss

life's blessing e'er concealed

be more no matter cost

my head held within a good friend's hands

eyes open far too late

grasping after fading strands

of life, you are the loving state

i know...