When Form Takes Shape

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 tongue that can’t be held

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

There is music in your eyes

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.