WHEN FORM TAKES SHAPE By Scott Thomas Outlar

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Jun 19 2018 4.00

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

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. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.