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. 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.