Soft Fur of the Cotton’s Chalice

I have witnessed
more empty vessels
filled to brimming
anew
in an instant
near the yawning
mouth of damnation
than could be described
as a miracle

It’s a law of nature –
that which perishes
from this mortal coil
is reborn in dreams
of splendor

Steel the spine
for what has arrived

that which we believed
to be wild enough already
has summoned its taxed resources
for a climatic tantrum

When a wounded beast
has been stabbed
in the eye
of its system

you better believe
it’s going to unleash
a final savage bite
before its fall is complete

but there are calmer hours
of grace ahead
that we’ll have earned
from karma’s kiss
for surviving this storm

The greatest weapon
of strategic defense
that can be utilized
whilst the villain
is thrashing
in its death throes

is perception honed
at the height
of embraced absurdity

and laughing
and weeping
and dancing
and singing
and smashing
as the cookie crumbles

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.