Who knows?
Heb 7:7 And without all contradiction the less is blessed of the better.
Opposites
Some mornings beauty appears ... and some day’s only satire.
What happens during the night to give me this frame of heart?
Where does this substance originate that seems cream or mire
in words on a legal pad ... that records inner-thought in part?
Diversity of subject ... often bundled by design.
It feels like specifics are released from the soul.
All I do is observe ... accumulation of what’s mine
that did not go anywhere ... as it designs its own role.
Today it is the negative ... tomorrow as you please
Yes now it’s offensive ... in days ahead it’s just serene
A mixture of substance ... about the meager and obese
War, peace and treaties ... contradiction in my spleen
Getting in a hurry ... to get nothing done
Hand to the plow ... by a field ready for harvest
Beating the mules ... who are already going on
While shaking their heads ... by far they’re the smarter
Jan Wienen