The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Hero's Returnings

Have I looked death in the eye
nay I have probed her chasms deep
her unknownness saving one last surprise
to gush past the asymptote into
the valley of the consummated
waiting for hunger's returning
love has taken my spoils and
made a spicy soup of integral unities
but I must choose my next hiding place
and seek out her hydra of mischiefs
and plunder their secrets with
kisses coyly bestowed so I may recite
in the Hall of two Maats
the incomprehensibility of what nots
and scamper off to hide my loins
from my next elopement humming
a dirge to gladden my immortality.
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