Laid to Rest
The truth comes in waves,
riding the tide of horrors
and harsh epiphanies
that smash the status quo
and keep the prime directive
of evolution pulsing forward
–
a perpetual motion machine
that caters to the mechanism
of growth pattern propaganda.
Life is an ocean of drama,
fluxing across the crystal
dilemma
that radiates off the sun’s
reflection
back to the moon
and out to the edge of the
cosmos
where a cookie monster
gobbles the light
and drops the crumbs
to crush the chickens below
as they scramble with heads
cut off
until crashing in a heap of
blood.
Creation is an existential
game,
laughing heartily in
dualistic madness
as the major and minor chords
strum back and forth in
dichotic reverberations,
humming to a silent rhythm,
singing an opera that has no
foundation,
orchestrating a plan without
legs
that faltered from the very
beginning
but kept up the illusion of
progression –
wearing a mask of primitive
origins
as the genesis vibrations
break down in erstwhile chaos
and The Word falls to the
wayside
where it is danced upon like
a forgotten grave.
Bio:
Scott
Thomas Outlar burst forth from the primordial ooze with thoughts of
Renaissance, Revolution and Revelation careening across the newly
enlivened neuron synapses of his fledgling consciousness. He survived
both the primordial fire and the cataclysmic flood - now he dances in
celebration while waiting on the next round of chaos to commence.
Otherwise, he lives a relatively simple life. Scott can be reached at 17Numa@gmail.com.
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