Empty Pages (Scott Thomas Outlar)
Poetry followed by philosophy read on the back porch as the birds squawk and the hawks attack just as it has always been
Perceptions on the surface may seem temporary and tangible as they change and shift with the turning of the seasons but at the core all is still all is silent all is one which is to say all is nothing and everything and neither
I was twenty years old laying on the couch in the dark I took a breath and am thirty-eight the same book in my hands the same old story