You perfect angel –
with your wings fluttering
in violent metamorphosis,
urging ever onward
toward the next stage of evolution.
You pristine paradise –
with your heart of diamonds
crushing all the clay and coal,
reaching for higher ground
where a flag can be raised
to the opposite pole of life’s eternal sorrow.
You magnificent mistress of chaos –
with your whimsical wiles
and your borderline personality revelations
that cater only to the virtuous
aspects of a heaven on earth destination.
You greater glory –
with your wax sun
melting on the perfect path
where our love is paved in gold
but can never be shared
lest it disintegrate into oblivion.
You creature of the cosmos –
with your universal appeal
that flutters beyond the spaces
of simple sexuality and materialism,
floating into fluffy clouds
that reverberate with a lack of inhibition.
You Goddess –
You Queen –
You Pagan of Light –
You dream –
Scott Thomas Outlar survived both the fire and the flood - now he dances in celebration while awaiting the next round of chaos to commence. Otherwise, he lives a relatively simple life, reading, researching, taking walks, gazing at stars, laughing at life's existential nature, fluxing and flowing with the Tao River, and writing prose-fusion poetry dedicated to the Phoenix Generation. He can be reached at 17Numa@gmail.com