When Form Takes Shape by Scott Thomas Outlar

 

There are beams in your eyes

There are pyramids in your head
built by hands you can’t see

There is an ego slain
and buried in the desert

There is a point of no return
along the same path forgiveness treads

There is an owl in your eyes

There are jewels in your heart
hidden deep for safe keeping

There is a flame rising
from a cup that can’t be filled

There is a moment of revelation
where old skin sheds to breathe anew

There is music in your eyes

©2018 Scott Thomas Outlar

 

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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com 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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