Battling Moby Dick

White whale, white demon you go down, yeah.
Dive down, till the Ocean cries, “Stop!”
But yeah shall not stop, not even at hell.

Fire be jealous of flame.  Alit it must reach higher.

Yeah will beat your head against the jagged rocks 
until that dead man’s itch leaves yeah thoughts,
blinding everything until all above yeah is blind,
until that God itch in Ahab is dead, rotting below.
Yeah will never wait in silence to tell his corpse
“Who are you  now, tiny demon of the land!”
Then yeah  command me to remember this 
terrible day in the white pages of my life.