Scraps
I need no eyes
I stumbled when I saw
fleshly pencils
one thing from itself
never turning
time’s fool
the mind’s peace
this composed wonder
of your frame
my eye is in my mind
tongue lose your light
love’s mind
the red meat on the rug
Out of chaos
this composed wonder
a world framed
in your image
Time is a fool
to leave so much
behind
John Lyons