Such Things

I defy the stars above to bash our milky heads in
Throw themselves against the winds
Then pick apart the heavens 
When I awoke, I was in forever
When wind felled the oak
The saws all failed to sever
Is my I am myopia?
Now I feel the same
This belly aches with vacancies 
And aren't we one among the waves?
This undulating tragedy
I mean, maybe I would turn you on
By design, you are the fire 
Chewing through the lumber
Oh, never would the wood be good 
Enough to sate your hunger 
Now I sleep adrift this shiftless vessel 
I’ll never keep the ghost inside the gristle
Is my I am my opiate?
Now, I feel the same
This belly aches with vacancy
And aren't we one among the wave?
This undulating tragedy 
I mean, maybe I would turn you on