The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Delusions of Understanding

I once met a man,
A man of unusual talent,
self-described raconteur to the prophets!
Positively Vulcan in his truth-saying
To be simply erudite would be a condescension,
nevertheless he travelled the path
down to us.

Armed with a reading of wikipedia's entry on Dedekind,
I prostrated myself to learn what two stone tablets
he dropped upon us: one sayeth 'real' the other 'rational'
Marvel manufactured for us by those raw and ready, ruddy
form wranglers, who have foregone gustatory delights for
that bitter brew, though deeply-fragrant, of
Ichorus' bloodletting into our chalice of comprehension.

Tiny tensors, lorenzian vortices, spiral in my cup
Father, let this pass over me, or into me
I turn the waters of shai-hulud
for I am ... the ... Asymptotic 
As irrational as the bifurcation of zero from null,
Purveyor of charms, Revealer of golden and arcane forms,
I offer the (perhaps bug-bitten) apple of your eye.
■





©2022 Mark Daniel Milbocker  All rights reserved.