The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Navel-eyed

How dare I declare
or name myself in sibilance
as alien vistas paint my retinality
in pastel sunsets and rainbow pools
aglow with the noctilucant[1]
how lucidly I dream and 
stir from my drafty abode
to board Charon's barque
navel-eyed as I jingle my coins
unaware of the munition hoard below
or the stowaway emotions that
rattle their chains against 
the unyielding of the keel
I tarry my days across the planks
awash in the doldrums of sargassum
and triangulate my course 
among the clouds unaware of 
Leviathan's tow or the tolling
of the splintered bell.
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