The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Do You Hear

Do you hear
the drum of days
and the inky chorus
of night sounds
beating in 4/7 time
syncopated with the
crescendo of seasons?

Do you rest
under this lead blanket
of unchangeables
or toss with each
breeze of fanciful
thought?

I see the horizon
of dawns, of what feigns
to be waking,
of what caresses my
tossled hair and whispers
promises in my jaded ear.

Yet, I cannot see the
movement of my choices
for they are lost in 
the inky blending 
of night sounds
and the 
crescendo of dawn.
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