The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Sourcery

Perhaps we only fluoresce and fail to luminesce
dark geode worlds bedecked in skin of ochre clay
but would we glow but to lure a meal or procreate
as unconscious bodily fluids shift to compensate
silent golems rising from moss bogs as the
sphagnum humidity drapes across our torso
and we absorb the shimmer of beautiful waters
and show the crustiness of our green beryl bellies 
we are blue planets aswirl with opalescent eyebrows
whose veil is lifted by the bridegroom sun
smiling with a kiss warmly tickling 
giggles down our backs stirring our 
volcanoes to exude atmospheres of other colors
firmly grasping our refulgence 
and lying back to laugh at our blushing
orbit captured between the chasms of sunspots
and red eyed giants who salivate at 
our cornucopia of beferned minerality 
and the sparkle of sentient smokestacks 
whose carbon-nanotube sheen shines flatly
against the milky starline of hydrocarbon 
hagfish songs of sulphuric automata
but I am awhirl with the sequined chorusline
standing at the edge of galaxies 
flowering in unison to the beating of quasars
why should I gaze at my carbonized feet
when I am incandescing my blindness
into a wand of alchemistic equations 
no, join me in the dive back into the spermatic bloom
and smell the bloodlust of the sweaty musk of 
speeding imaginings, for we are 
men engaged in a terrible war.
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