Chard deNiord




Our Eyes are Sweet,
    Obedient Dogs

The mind must reach beyond time,
not revise or think at all.
Thought is always late for truth.
Take the one bright element
from heaven on earth, the blazing
word inside the throats of rivers
and sky, deserts and fields,
that will not burn, and speak
its flame without a sound.
Fire catches in sight and feeds
on gross imagination.
We do see for fear of burning here alive.