Scraps

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

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