Ampere
by Scott Thomas Outlar / April 19th, 2020
Now the night is a blanket woven of fur
my heart is a moon hung soft with whispers
Headlights echo the same spark as stars
it’s such a shame how these gods toss their dice
Wheels are designed to keep turning by nature
records weave liquid seasons through plasma
Three winds charged, one electric
now the night is a storm without end
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.
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This article was posted on Sunday, April 19th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.