High on honeysuckle perfume
scent of ouroboros
solar mass corona
taste aurora’s sweet drip
yellow light enters form
whet the tongue of thorns

signs of the source
sing me back safely

carrying lost thimbles
to quell the ancient thirst

I haven’t felt this way
since I was eight years old
but I think I’ve finally
found the flavor
of spring transcendence

or at least
caught the white flash
of momentary remembrance

during the buzz

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 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.