Scott Thomas Outlar- A Poem

Midnight Halo

 

details, details –

to a fine point…

to implosion

pulling back

unto itself…

to entropy

exhausting

its last inhalation…

to a lapsing moment

as time expires

for evolution…

Angels with the voice

of midnight

bleed halo-shimmer songs

from out the shadows

of their dark tithe

spilling love

not riches

into the light

Demons with the curse

of doubt

filling their fallen minds

cry until they weep

wail and gnash their teeth

as golden light

becomes

their tomb

Bio:

Scott Thomas Outlar swims adrift in the cosmic flow of the Tao River, singing songs to the heavens while waiting for inspiration to echo back from the muses. His goings-on can be followed at 17numa.wordpress.com.