Rarity
by Scott Thomas Outlar / May 15th, 2022
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
please
sing me back safely
carrying lost thimbles
home
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
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This article was posted on Sunday, May 15th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.