Modus Poem by Hannatu Pqrs

Above the ringing bells of confusion
In the mind, comes an intrusion
Life begins to inspire; have meaning
Mind begins to awaken; start reasoning

There is a rummaging through the box of knowledge
Where a lot had been kept in store. The next stage:
Put down on paper, in ink
The inspiration sill makes them think

Soon, a lot is finally written
Then a break taken, with reason
As the mind rests, more ideas flow
And the poet begins to really know

A time comes to weed out the mess
And read through the rest
Suddenly, another poem has come through
Isn't that true?