Hymnal for the Sun

Birds on one side and the sun on the other
stepped in a pile but the soil is clever
Even with rain the gene swarm will evolve
lay down your bets in the hours before dark

there’s a wild rush, when the wells speak
saw you looking deep

all that is asked
in the end
is our faith

while the owls dream

Mask covers eyes and fingers placed in ears
don’t want to listen, just bathing in fear
Rip out those apples and head for the trees
that’s where you’ll find us enjoying our feast

there’s a crazed pulse, when the blade falls
feel it as we bleed

come back and tell me
that love
isn’t real

where the butcher sleeps

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.