The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Blinking

Is perception so bitter 
it must boast its featured stew
miming invisibles between cointosses
as the dopamine drip smiles
into the rush of crystalline castles 
stalagmitic forms from mind melted
projections of celluloid forms
the luck of expectation fulfilled
sated if not sullied by the grit
of reality's touch, boney fingers
thrusting against the sandstone
tombs of our dreams.
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