The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Metaphysics 5

I could spend my life on metaphysical thought,
Search the universe for reality,
A truth that will bind everything,
A law or phenomenon-
	So remote yet powerful that
Reality like a bird by this thesis will be caged,
And I shall be its master.
Wielding this epiphany as a sword
To conquer the land that lies before me

But this is my destiny;
To control as to be controlled.
To spread my wings and fly freely
In a cage replicated by my thought,
The mere border of my existence,
	The bar that holds me in.
But "my stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor these iron bars a cage"1 (Lovelace)
But as a delusion, a shadow which
I follow seeking to discover what it is.
Though never within my grasp,
I imagine its touch.
And in imagining what never shall be,
Thus the shadow draws near.

We unite, to discover that
What was thought never could be.
Yet now the bond is set,
The die has been cast and
I have found my shadow,
But in having touched what never can be touched...
	It is too late for thought which
	Upon this union loses all meaning.
Yet I could have spent my life on metaphysical thought...
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