A blooming rose of impending doom
burns violent red
above the horizon
as a fiery harbinger,
casting sunburnt revelation fever
across the mercury-laced atmosphere
with heavy metal poison pouring down.

The Old Age
didn’t even have time
to leave a note
as the cold
cryogenic desire
toward absolute entropy
melted behind
the veil of silence,
releasing the sounds
of evolution
to pulse forth
from out the gene swarm soup.

Suffused with the fragrance
of fresh adaptation,
the primal urge
toward survival
flashed from the source
like a flood of white light,
awakening the soul
of a species at the brink
to rise from the ashes
of near disaster
and set a new sun
in the heart of the sky
where the thorns bleed
with a perfect love.

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Scott Thomas Outlar