The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Remains

On a forest stump, in this still locus of
adoration, sheltered by warm hands and
gentle breath, embers are coaxed to
burn and fuse the determination 
of our understanding and yearning to
turn over the last bit of earth and
read the gnostic reply to why or whether
it could have been.  Twisted taproots
evidence the mycology of our poetic
corpus callosum firings into fire and flow
to forge new elementals to name 
what weighs more than has ever dared
to remain.
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