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Some of the Cash

Mark Fleury

Some of the cash
That’s out of reach
From my daily treadmill

Was taken by my third eye’s
Rhythm to the land after
Noise dies to become the

Sunlight of the nothing where
A night dawns its youthful exhale.

The roar of a lion. The ache
Of a name’s doorway slowly

Opening its nest.

Jumping into a lake of language,
With a thirst for the heat of the ocean’s
Rhymes, knowing I’m longing for
The shore of the ray at the core

Of your tide’s home, where ocean

And river kneel.

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