The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Evil of Luminescence

Sharp pricks the mesmer 
of a million shards
of micropainted strokes
upon a virtual canvas.

Shapes dance 
in syncopated focus:
a pause and it appears
until the next screen is
conjured.

With waves drawn 
cursorily across a
sketch pad of ideas,
windows lay opened.

Entranced by sirens' 
renderings of my desires
in a collage of product
photos and flickers,

I stare and wait
for myself to open.

The tasks I set before me
lead me away to 
an unforeseen ambivalence.

Trapped in a tedium of
web wanderings, I waste upon
my travels to nowhere.

Though content with the power
to make a thousand trivial
choices,

Not even sand castles are
won by the toil of so 
many fancies of light.

And in the end,
when the specters release me,
I get up to sleep;
to rest my weary eyes.
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