Such Things

I defy the stars above to bash our milky heads in Throw themselves against the wind 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 vacancy And aren't we one among the wave? His undulating tragedy I mean maybe I could turn you on By design you are the fire chewing through the lumber 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 myopia? Now I feel the same This belly aches with vacancy And aren't we one among the wave? His undulating tragedy I mean maybe I could turn you on