The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Definitions of Insanity

Words are lies
even when whispered
with a kiss.

Sentences mere fantasies
better left to
daydream bliss.

Stories mere conjurings
to wield over our brothers
or sis.

Binding quite futile
mere human
hubris.

A library, a blasphemy.
An archive, an apostosy.
A history, mere forgery.
A culture, naked lunacy.
Hopeless.

All I know is
I sit by the water
and watch the ring spread
not my breathwork, but my beloved's
barely perceptible, this wavefront transfixes me
all the world's particles spread in its impenetrable wake
and never again this harmonic to be struck, nor can I catch up to its finality -
the world phases in and out of consciousness, but my unblinking third eye is set upon that all-consuming perturbation
I speak, knowing the contradiction, I breathe, only to follow as closely as I may, never knowing, despite all my toiling, whether we shall crash or merely wane.
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