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  November 2017
volume 14 number 2
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Scott Thomas Outlar
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    Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com, where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and Best of the Net.
    Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse, Novelmasters, and Happy Hour Hallelujah. He has been a weekly contributor to the Dissident Voice Sunday Poetry Page for the past three years.
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Sqmewhere in the Space Between

33 is the branding blindness
laced across your closing eyes
when the truth becomes
too hot to touch.
Don’t you dare worry
about being saved
because karma will still
burn us all in the end.

Every breath inhaled
was a righteous hallelujah
but that doesn’t mean
the prayer could reach holy center.

Every word wept or laughed
was an allusion screaming heaven;
searching through the night
with a tongue that aches for God.

99 is the jump point of grace
dancing across a broken bridge
where shadows fail
to snuff the dawning light.
Lay down your sword
and take off your mask
as all of the sixes
are buried below us.

Every wound suffered
was a test from evolution
like sewing up flesh
when the blood tastes of sin.

Every touch of skin
was electric in the moment;
singing toward the sun
to entrust your letters with the light.

copyright 2017 Scott Thomas Outlar