Sailing Cosmic Cliffs

A luminosity leaps and
seeps through amber trails 
painted in palletes of hot winds
And our 
great hull
And our great hull
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
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
than a last minute
brand-new toy