in confusion

Isaiah 66:2 New King James Version (NKJV)

² For all those things My hand has made,
And all those things exist,”
Says the Lord.
“But on this one will I look:
On him who is poor and of a contrite spirit,
And who trembles at My word.

Maybe the world has invaded my early scribble

All the issues of the mind flow towards the paper

What would it be like to only write the Spiritual?

Would it be like wings fluttering on a rising vapor?

What part of contradiction imprints itself today?

What triggers the parts that are in my thought?

Is it inspired or the voice of experience’s way

that somewhere through aches and pain, I "bought"?

Have the things I write now not been written before?

Has not my way of thinking been floating in the past?

Has not my frame of mind knocked on every door?

As dreamers in the past in confusion stood aghast?

Jan Wienen