The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Palpitations

A hundred years or more
with hand outstretched
I stood.

Fired by moments of clarity
imagining I had
touched.

Hungering for more than myself,
that fetal flesh
unwrapped.

Knowing I can have 
or at least

be with...

So much more
Transformed by the
Encounter promised.

Escaping from the
chrysalis of thoughts
inbred.

Embracing with abandon
enraptured, imbibing,
slaked
and
consumed in the
choir crescendo
of the grasping of more.
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