The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Archaeologistics

Brain picked of yesterday's news
of milestones passed
or capsules interred
of distant names and places
the milieu of the techtonics
of nostalgic stratagems,
bones betray the maternal breast
and the suckling of erosion's jaws.

The mind is a water matrix
striated with ideas like forgotten fossils 
spawned from the emotional soup
resonations evolving into beliefs
hypotheses eructated from the painstakingly
cataloged and carefully boxed in
presumptions of the genetic good
clothed as worship of our tribal deities.

Why then when we strutinize the found
against our remembrances do we calculate
the drift of amorphophilosophical schema
uncertain of the volume of our boundaries
we decorate our pseudoscience with 
clevernesses so we can all chuckle as
witches drown and we kiss the bubonic rat
certain of the heritage of our miasma?
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