The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Solarity

Beauty is the sun,
The winsome orphan of innocence,
The solitary dimension of radiance,
The depth, the profundity, if such be.

The human condition is 
a wetless fish flopping,
until we open our third gill
and sink into our lugubriousity.

The toad peers at me,
as I consider the fit 
of my counter-metaphor
and the pretense of 
my verbal indiscretions.

I find myself unstuck
so long as the river flows,
and I, a graspless grouper,
find my piscaity a gaiety.
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