The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Constellational Logic

Curmudgeonly I distrust the dyad and triad
and surely the solitary is flawed per se
for such childish shapes held up against vistas
simply don't occur naturally let alone
speak to the glacial expanse of galaxies
no, I loose my hackles when the automata
have birthed a prime-sided dancing of ratios
for symmetries are too divisible to say much or
with the grit and gusto of the granular for
living in shadows breeds a fear of caves
and heavens of form and function
so I suckle at an oblong teet and
sleep soundly gazing at its hairy moles
because true beauty is swarthy and her
ruddy odor quickens the heart of us
maidens who worship the gore of gravidity
and build single-use jigs for every cut
leaving logics to those hopeless simpletons
who wish to cast one ring to rule us all.
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