The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker
Whathe

Whispers across my sinew
Hums building to beats
Astride forgotten futilities
That lumber in gravity's stride
Hallowed by lunacy's orbit
Ever to oscillate my spin
Fired across the dark night
Until pen furrows into the fiber to
Consummate the half-earned search.
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