Foundation Slightly Apocalyptic

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 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.