The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Planetary Wanderer

I woke up
this morning into a dream
finally made real, word names lay amidst
the cracked tiles at my clay feet.

Finally erect
from my death bed, I stand
ecstatically transfigured anew
peering from my chalk window.

I cried
out my name, and Jericho fell
ancient rhythm, oh Unbearably Resonance!
halcyon or harpy, my throne awaits.

I lay
my head between my hands
to rest or wrestle with my angel half
blinking open to keep the fire at bay.

I reclined
after my ululation diffused into the ages
too weary to wait for any impact or satellitic echo
ready are the two cold silver pieces.

I exhaled
my most ornately perfumed breath
Monolith broken upon the fulcrality of death
nard wafts and eddies to annoint the new world.
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