Marching boots upon unspoken graves,
As Censor taunts intrinsic states
Fleeing the dusk fear panic
To covet are ready many facade-.
Fallen past through people driven hosts,
Who file mechanical figure holes
Coffee Coffin breaks bewildered illusion
Of empty cubic selves lying deception
For hubris stance feeds apathy
In the living struggle pride
For the whole man’s passage walks
With dust and flakes by eye’s of a stranger
© Mark Miller
About the Author
“Poetry has to be a little evasive. Like it’s running away from you. It’s alive and breathing. Yeah, that’s it. Poetry must evolve. Like any art it also must be elusive, even from yourself. Or what’s the point. Your not writing a novel or a story. Your writing about a feeling. An emotion. And we can never pinpoint where or how they got there. However, poetry can lead you to those dark corners where admittance is exclusive. The metaphor being Alice’s rabbit hole. Poems must have multiple pathway“
-Mark R. Miller R.N., A.D.N., B.A.
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