The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Temporal Perceptions

Though we measure now in heartbeats
what lies within the scaffolding of
asymptotal infinities, we are free
to pin the ever-flowing butterfly
and enter that threshold to the
flow state where the ground falls still
and snowflake thoughts sparkle
as we build drifts of imaginings and
slalom between a lifetime of trees
til we break through the ice of
that pristine lake where falling to
the bottom of an anoxic ocean
suspends one amidst the giggling of neutrinos
gliding by and beckoning for
us to catch one so we may pass
beyond our quasaric days.
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