The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Cascading

Did you think that beauty would simply fade
truth simply blush as it twists in rivertime
unity splinter into myriad flinty factions 
no, the churn of the eternal whirl 
cleaves not your zircon eyes that betray
the night with gentle hums of toefall searchings 
and the charm of a boy's curious questions
begging for another grain of your mind millings
morsel moments that let in a laugh of levity
before musing with silent earnest about
where it all goes
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