The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
In Situ

Seated on hewn roots
imagine if polyester were pelt
and spectacles gave way 
to the acuity of an inhale
would we eye the same prey
shiver with temporal forebodings
turn our imaginings to the same star
lust for the same comforts?

Do our minds 
share the same images if not words
instincts if not feelings 
perspective if not society or schema
awe if not dogma?

We smile upon our children
cast our daily nets 
recline to the same slumber 
and dream against nightmares
our will ever driven by the same dopamine,
as the same serotonin twinkles in 
the brightness of our eyes 
and oxytocin blooms with a kiss
for those we love.
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