The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Over and Over

Light folds unfalteringly across the horizon
coming through in waves saying nothing 
yet enabling the comprehension of revelations
unraveling under the gravity of reckonings
concepts like pigments whipped into a batter
'til the sheaf is cleaved from its roots
into pegged hole quandaries broken upon
the cusp of dawns easily spilling over
and over the epistemic crustaceans playing
amidst its wavelets and tangential splashes 
pincers grasping the womby attractor 
the ruddy blue pyrrhic nexus as cairn-shrouded
as it is garbed in flesh-netted blood coursing
around sunlit orbs forever playing shadow movies
so that the boys in the back seats can 
discover unnoticed recursivities under the
constellation of unintentioned evolutions 
answers hanging heavy among the limbs
blossom as if they were spontaneous heralds
so many red diamonds gleaned from spine 
ladder dreams, like white hot horses leaping from
the riverbed of resin-ritual concretions 
folding over like spiral spun eddies soon
to dissipate over the creeping horizon 
into pastel flickers of dawn approaching
over the waterwheel of the night kingdom quelled
spots of drying batter respackling wounds
gently brushed by the next great artist's reign
a soul gobsmacked by its enveloped mortality 
atrance and astuttering in the middle of the milky
flow way beyond the iron bars of fascinations
drenched in endless baptisms occasionally heralded
tethered to the drizzle of falling boulder praxis 
over all of this and over the next over the 
light arriving at found destinations absorbed
to a smiling warmth and the embrace of the analogy
of the horizon yet unoveringly being over
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