The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Amber Wings

Shall I venture forth	
into that blue abyss 	
into the deep and 	
dark wilderness?	

Shall I sail upon a world so vast 	
untraceable would any path be -		
especially the poetic race		
of lightning that finds its end		
in oceanic tangents?			

I dare exhume the long buried		
archeology of my soul -			
that parched and pristine preserve	
of all that faded before		
I awoke:				
Chrysalis shattered.			

Dusty filaments 			
once angelic				
now fossil 				
fragmented web.				

Martian tinted are the 			
war-wounded bone spires			
that held a network			
of cosmic intricacies			
in tension.				

Let the ocean of my openness		
consume this fallen desert!		
Anathema is finished.			

Stone are these limbs,			
though gold-laden in their		
fractured world of captured 		
castings of some thirty seven years.	

Limbered and stretched to grasp		
those galaxy dances of avatars befriended
and risk the step upon step of 		
ambitions untamed.			

Take flight				
above the walls of self			
doubt and importance			
to that spectral spectacle of		
entrancing and ecstatic realization:	
the transfiguration of remembering life.
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