Daily Post prompt – Prophecy

Fixed loosely or uselessly on your frame of reference,
This prophecy sees you in bold, deep reflection.
Spun out on a loom of massive intent,
The sun on your skin looms large in the night.
Fast and fiery that you are,
The stars test your integral gloom
Like a handful of paint chips from a neon car
You show nothing in the day of course,
Killing time, encircling high above
The predictions we all believe we know,
For you foreordained by law
An empty corner of the beastly sky
is where you will make your destiny