The Bite of the Solar Wind

Disturbances in the curvature of spacetime 
generated by accelerated masses
Modify perturbances in the orbits of planets
Venerated by decimated classes

The royal floral headdress worn and reflected
as sails on a great ship across water 
Keep us preserved in constant motion 
In the center of its gravity induction field 

This strange bouquet of weights and dangers
Balances out across the vast distances 
Of outer space across epic whirpools of time
Threaded together by hydroelectric quasars 

Stitching the celestial imprints of heaven
Into the infernal vacuoles of hell 
Bleeding the body into the garment 
Shedding the need for wings and clawed feet 

Growing the prisons of fine armor suits
Left out in cold wilderness canyons 
Themselves protection from oblivion
Even just as a temporal sanctuary 

Arc Fluorescent

Copperward with sun struck points outspread
To fanfare irreversible fortunes across the land
We dignified and scattered have been spared
The crush of honor shattered by our hand

Dignitaries lost in the cracks of outer space
Standing up for nothing  in the dry run
Thrown away the locks to escape this place
Ended up sailing to the high sun

Arc fluorescent a lash in the dark flashed
into clarity on the whipcrack of an instant
Heart into the crescent phase of its orbit
tuned to the parity of the shipwreck's front

Deciduous iridescent a notion in time struck
from the cold hard calamity of the moment
Being intentional elders of an iron age
When the hair becomes tangled then comb it

Scion Podium

Dragon woven into terrestrial kindred and bound to the rising day.
Thrust into motion between electromagnetic fingers, we reach out
For a trunk of life rolling beneath the undertow of a silent domain,
Whose folds reveal the glittering of multifaceted pupils arrayed.  

When Blood Walks

Drawn upright towards a celestial favor we are presented with the night.
Swimming downriver through starlit dappled waters we locate the muted.
As a body rolls through the shining clear cloudless season of desolation,
Smaller bodies interpenetrate each other's skins in organized  profusion.

Prestorem

The blue plastic clockwork egg timer appears to stare resolutely ahead.
A hammer laid down alongside a paint brush pen reflects old lamp light.
The burnished surface of its curved claw looks fresh split by a cleaver.
The individual who left it there now long gone as a shadow at night.