The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Dragonfly Eye

Why was I born with
Dragonfly eye, lost in the
ultraviolet.

Like prey turning ear
letting go of focus
inhaling the zeitgeist
naked string upon the wind
finely-tuned instrument
one beat stops the heart
as high notes scintillate
the long exhale sharpens
steadies, dives from cliff
into the finitude and finesse
saved by the dilution
the scream, the flood that
tears you from the floor
and drowns as well the claw
as the spear-tipped chariots
fading me beyond their glimpse
or comprehension and so I 
lower my head and grope around
amidst the multitude, lost wolf
among the deep.
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