I close my eyes for the briefest moment

and catch a glimpse of a tiny black dot

in the back of my mind

hovering behind my eyes

that suddenly explodes in red ignition

like a fiery halo

burning over a vast horizon

singing to me sweetly

luring me in like a siren

with a gentle whisper

to return

to come home

to be as One

again

finally

in absolution

© Scott Thomas Outlar

Excerpt from the book

“Happy Hour Hallelujah”

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About the Author

Scott Thomas Outlar resides in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia where he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. He hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, and interviews can be found. His poem “Poetic Points” was nominated for Best of the Net by The…