Smelted Blood

The sun
is a Hallelujah symphony
to eyes
that have grown ice cold

A sweltering shine
piercing to the bones
where marrow
is a thick sludge of chaos

The sound
of razor blade light
burns precise
to the core of transubstantiation

with renaissance fever
tickles veins
that pulse red with new hope

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.