Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Scott Thomas Outlar- A Poem

Midnight Halo
details, details –
to a fine point…

to implosion
pulling back
unto itself…

to entropy
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
their tomb

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

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