The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Newborn Depths

Vast are the sands of time
soft and rolling dunes 
undulating between arid winds
trending as astir as unaware
leaves stripped to whips
trees ground to dust
corpse to bonemeal
so are the dreams of the newborn
fertilized with the failed
their eyescales fallen
vindicating the Promethean
extricating memories of enigmas
desubjugating the tenderness of unfurling.

Let us lie back into the pycnocline
be quenched and wake to 
fire volcanic vents 
born of the carving of fissures
beneath dogmatic plates 
too long left grinding together 
never again to suffer 
the quaking of chosen crudeness
mutate into alien barnacles
taste the sweetness of brimstone
enjoy the patter of falling zircons 
be a chimeric anemone of the cosmic
currents that curate and cleanse.
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