The Sky's Engineer

This contraption is faultless
I'll call it the sky
With your name on these days
Which scarcely drop by

I'll lock it in silver
An eternal impasse
In brass, iron
Behind towers of glass

Then will it be safe?
Bold billows no longer cut?
Could our voices still lie
Beneath such a rebut?

If dreaming, oh dreaming
Makes one disappear
Suffice it to say
I'm the sky's engineer

All rights reserved
All wrongs untethered
My plans well worn in
My mind slightly weathered

The barrier is thickset
We called it the sky
What say we now
To this brute in reply?