The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Kharmic Symmetries

When we dwell in elvenland
and drink unicorn tears
what abominations are conjured
by the ignorance of the average
great valley carved between pinnacles
our life is but a mining 
days unearthed and all adig
perplexed by the pyritically pruritic
what instinct wanders this vale
lusting for arkenstones unblemished
to ward and charm the night Eldridge
that crushes our chest with its
tentacled terminations until
our shovel-shaped excalibur 
chips Pandora's crypt and spills
chimeras of phosphorphobic golems
to bedazzle our dreams with thrills
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