Slate

Wipe me clean
without Clorox or bleach
just simple honesty

Sanitation is next to salvation
in some circles

Sacred vowels
squeak
ooh and ah
before sighing

Little spaces in the corner
dusted off
brought to surface
made to shine

Lord, help me find
the right words
to tithe

All I have
left to offer
are my dreams

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.