Sunlight Crystal

I wounded all my alibis
before fully forming

now the theory is dizzy
crash point of fever

shine where the clovers are smitten

gathering red leaves
for spells of caution

You told me every story
takes on a life of its own
when eager

now my mouth is dry cotton
thick fabric turn autumn

glow in the gown of soft feather

lining up the charge
for signs of contact

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 You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.