Foundation Slightly Apocalyptic
by Scott Thomas Outlar / October 6th, 2024
As true as her cat
Cheshire, calico
mad as a shaman
shifting between the planes
prophecies churned in the cauldron
A prism of conscience
teasing the lines of consciousness
by tiptoe and soft paw
in the cold snap of autumn
As true as an owl
alarmed and awakened
by a fox prone to screeching
under full hunter’s moon
oh, we all sense the waves
that are brewing
As true as a bare foot
slamming the pillars of justice
sure, the sting aches for a while
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, October 6th, 2024 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.