Alchemical Apotheosis

Life in its messiest manifestations
still born, leaky sieve, a fish churned in the water

A womb whetted for war
kiss on the cheek, of death, upon the crown
of chaos – unto comfort – crows cawing
a chorus of collective fear

Dreams of cancer
express a last rite
with a cane
to hold the body steady
and sweeten the stalks
of fond remembrance

I am a poem held back
for three months
without a single high
to hang a hat or heart or muse upon
now unleashed – tongued
in the cavity of darkness –
a wart in all its glory

Algae splintered
by moss and fungus/
yin and yang/
dualistic wonders
merged and melting
into pure light
before the yawning sun
sucks the center home
with an implosive sigh

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.