The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Vanquished

Oh glorious And, that vanquishes the Or-torn usurper,
Bowed, he returns to the throne, forever faithful and forgotten.
Oh regal constellation, whose harmony boasts a puzzled solution,
Dashed upon Charybdis' back, time turns your truth to evanescence.
Oh careful formula, mere alchemist's recipe to conjure forms,
It was not enough to leave you in the ochre dust of our cave walls.

Concepts like leaches, ideas like lovers, cast aside
Words arm the hordes, and slogans myths, never abide
Tricks lead to trances, and authority advances, cyanide.

But then I fell silent, struck mute and struck still by a Sartran will,
I could not engage, ether refusing to rage or react nor muscle contract,
Imaginary wings deliquesce and then acquiesce to Ockham's fiery scalpel,
My intuition plucked out with a shout, by the fates or furies,
Fear courses in my varicosity or ecstasy, bedded by the unknown, 
I open my legs.

And when I awoke,
in this time kernel bespoke,
I thought myself wise to arise and speak,
and in this existential tesseract to seek
To thrust my will through the timeless barrier of now.

But it was not enough, and I fell beneath the Nine circles.
Lost and aloof, crossed and crucified.

And that is when I steadied myself; I know not how.
Given in to the rooting and rummaging of a sow,
Mooing and howling, all groan and growl,
That is when I was baptised by the now,
Gathered in alb, head covered by cowl.

And the thought gland, once turgid with potent assertation,
Transfigured into a clitoral eye or ear or orifice
Evolved to receive
Devolved from presumption and prejudice
Wound of judgment made an organ anew.

Oh virginal need to understand or presume to know,
Oh maternal instinct to own by nature or nurture,
Oh androgynous evolution, I have learned
to leave behind, question and quest,
to lay me down to rest, nothing to remember or remedy,
I am the all-seeing.
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