Stubborn eyes
Stubborn eyes that will not shut
To fill and overspill the stubborn mind
Stubborn mind
That will not quiet or calm
But must go chatteryakettying on through the silence
Through the countless hours
oft spent wrapped in false hibernation
But let there be
An idea (Or perchance a lyric)
Then off into the starry realm go the former dreamer and his dreams
To lands of revel and ceaseless wonder
Stubborn hands
Stubborn hands that idolatry never meets
That piddle, plot, and write
Only in the journal that is sand scratches succumbing to the ocean
Stubborn existance
That persists and outlays
On like the drowning of the late night in the early mourn
The self into the senses