The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Being Christ Being

The boy sitting in a sunbeam
his book open between his legs
arms raised with daydreaming
worship of words sparkling 
upon the golden canvas so
long tarnished with ennui
the flaming blaze of conceptions
star spawning nebula of imagination
stirred into questioning eddies 
each a journey down the tree limb
the libido paints portraits of
its Beloved upon gathered apples
while tasting the nuances of cider
and plum wine pooling upon papillae
as redolent clouds rain down
the throat opened and welcoming
the smell of the penitently indulgent
so kisses may be bestowed upon the
ashen foreheads heavily incensed
who slander themselves with microaggressions
and the furious kink of their righteous
unknowing, their sunken eyes spit-rubbed
with kindness and their judgment suspended
by a patient mercy hoping to unlock
pedagogued demigods to their sacredness
and the silver-edged legacy of 
crimson-purchased indentures 
their land promised and waiting
if they but stop toiling and
demanding answers from bronze bulls

wounded yet sobering to the forest mind
trading borrowed beans for cooling lichens 
amazement numbs the angry tongue of
the inner child content in its sunbeam
choosing adventure over anxieties
and the relish of honest accomplishment
no clevernesses conjured or condoned
only taking what is needed from heaven's
ever-garden abundance and angel wing armory
the mendicant has no needs but to 
practice the brilliance of being
a wildflower aesthete.
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