The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Silken Parachutes

When my spider thoughts crawl
from the crevices to feast,
you can spy on their berry bellies 
the telltale crimson tattoo
spiralling into recursive mentations
web bound to the untethering of 
the obsession of endless numerators
undenominated but multiplying

from such rip currents 
one must climb the bruised reed
and quiet the skitterings of the spinning 
to discern a lighter breeze 
gentle purveyor of spiced wind and 
ready I unloose my tiger fur and
surf upon an undiscovered eddy
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