The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Disposition of Zero

Limbs long and lithe do bend
some young with undulating curves
others old lie craggily displaced
their tautness soiled and unspun 

An integer is but a bow bent to
a certain extent ever presuming
the orientating of the ground
to launch forth its parabola

We solve for an externiating coefficient
while the river sifts away the calculus
probability's razor splitting the wick 
from the green while our azure hearts
peer into the basaltic jet stream of
blackening null fields at play.
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