Truest Blue
by Scott Thomas Outlar / August 18th, 2024
Yawn into the mortal portal
reflective void, numb, abysmal
Rip out the remaining hair
what once dark now silver echo
The figurine of leaf dust and ceramic
tidal blossoms, mellow serenity, mirrored
Three butterflies, brown suede detox
floating along the atmospheric avenue
Skeleton keys cold-pressed in fridge
arctic flesh, heightened senses
Magnetic force of pulsar, dynamic
cosmic radiance, lasso, necktie
Gradations encapsulated by degree
fortunes humming by bird of laser
Fragile plasma circling crystal
clip on smile and wisps of smoke
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
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This article was posted on Sunday, August 18th, 2024 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
