The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Live Damn You

O Beauty, my beloved quasar,
born in the ever-explosion
of the multifarious mind
folded into a singularity.

Energy and substance are your playthings,
but I sit, folded upon myself, at your feet.

I speak your name,
only by virtue of my helical birthright,
lessons folded upon lessons
        folded into offspring
        folded into tribe and tribunal
        folded into civilization
	folded into extinction reborn
curious how my mineral still scintillates
in the sun as it always has but
never in this way or that place.

The only thing natural to us
is this sparkle,
a cosmic neuron provoked,
an eternal emission made
into a most cherished bezoar.

Fire the furious horns upon the hilltop,
Spasm 
convulse
writhe
breathe
live, damn you,
live!
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