The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Foldings

Have you ever found an unchained link,
nature's abhorrence of time's fray,
we the expatriated but never pariah 
melt into the cracks, the bonds, the
ever entanglement that is the 
kaleidoscopic blossoming into 
the transience of overflow for
every desert is a river in time
every bee a momentary vibration
every flower a flash of photons
we the brownian motivation 
fold in dimensions undiscovered
escaping the grind of determinate gears
in oases of stolen fire
sacrificing at milk and honey altars 
heaving clenching with the urge to deflower.
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