The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Ruby Red Throated

Yes, all is birdsong
familiarly foreignly mellifluous
once more carefully untanglingly heard
comprehension whittled to a humble distension
ivy climbing the lichenated plains
each other soul a borrowed sun

We exude our nectar of invitations
hum heartily between the strings 
then take flight to find the ultraviolet
broach the rules of golden ratios
ride the next orbit to a new trajectory
bringing unseen threads to newly nested weft

The hidden amygdala practicing its magnetoreceptive
migration for the sake of the approaching heirs
expired brilliance knowing nowhere to refulge
deadwood boiling gently in the wider greenworld
to decoct the sacred chai from high-mountain-mist-antiquity
and slowly, softly spill spidersilk-legacy lullabies

Til demise like a wings-wide owl clutches our ken
and steals our bony pellet from the viper's maw
leaving our marsh gas memories to effervesce
lost doves yet to transfigure released to the auroras
a dew upon the unorchestrations of nervously warbling throats 
mother of all ontology, we hunger though never in silence
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