The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Captivity

So precious the keeping,
the prize refulgent in the
desire it inspires and the 
burn of the yearning to
possess or at least to be 
in orbit of its emissions
to harness the ionic flow of
inspiration uttering the
taut veil across the void
of this particular isolation 
to be lost in the adoration
of scrub brush cactus blooms 
and the long-proboscised bees
that evolved to enjoy its
sappy exudations whenever a
deluge subsides from the
mortal butte on which we 
perch to be picked apart as
limbs fall like fermenting
fruits from our geriatric decline
soon to be a dust bunny in 
someone's lead-crystal cloche 
a final monument to mark
our eternal escape.
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