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Blending the River

Mark Fleury

Blending the river
In your third eye
With a ship going by,
You are aboard it,

Taking a trip to the land
That meets the heart of the sea.
Acres of farmland pass

Like an ocean of their own
Where night touches day.

Miles of train tracks and air,

Replacing an astronaut’s

Pain in your eye, lead
To every city in the skies
Of jewels, every fire in snowflakes

And every bud
In the underworld’s
Dead trees.

Oceans of night
Are arranged in the noise of death’s
Rain.

Eagles are led to go after young
Mice by an animal noise rigged to
The orbit of Earth around the sun.

Celestial bodies centered here in
An orderly nowhere: the nest that’s outside

Of its birds.

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