#smallpoems A luminosity leaps and seeps through amber trails painted in palletes of hot winds And our great hull rises And our great hull falls lisps and dips in troughs of time grinding on gravity's pull lifted in the curls of crests who bounce in a relectunat dance as stars beget births of unspoken songbirds with radiated solitude ripping endlessy in rivers of our Galaxy's toes dipping from the Boat of Osiris seeking red dragons sleeping in Cosmic cliffs in riffs of Gods whose golden blankets lay bare that we are nothing more than a last minute brand-new toy