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At The Speed Of Contact

written by: Scott Thomas Outlar



It will come like a god
chasing the tail
that was never really there.

Spinning all our tops off.
Melting nine hearts and a globe.

Slow down, baby,
take a breath, we’ve got this.

It will come like a guard
off its rails
speeding 170 mph.

Slung to the side of the street.
Standing up, dusting off, shaking loose, moving on.

I can see for miles in the distance.
Take my hand, or don’t; please keep smiling either way.

It will come like a sun
spitting through clouds
with a big wish during climax.

Dancing near the gates of heaven.
Breaking five laws, but none of them matter.

Quick, catch the truth, my dear;
it’s always here … until it isn’t.

Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Outlar was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, Italian, French, Persian, and Serbian. He has been a weekly contributor for the cultural newsletter Dissident Voice since 2014. His most recent book, Abstract Visions of Light, was released in 2018 through Alien Buddha Press.
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