Hard As Stone Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

My head be hard as stone
With thinking deep that
Crystallized as far as
Stone; the stimuli
No longer spark as fast
As
When I did not think
Of the conscious.
The thyme is scenting

Let
The
Sub-conscious
Come
Let
Butterflies
Wake
The
Day
The
Amorous
Nightingale
The
Dawn


My head be hard as stone
With thinking deep that
Crystallized as far as
Stone; the stimuli
No longer spark as fast
As
When I did not think
Of the conscious.
The thyme is scenting