The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Unfallen

What monument stands 
as breath fades
no gold no steel 
remains pure from 
the comingling of 
clay or time, 
rusted pantheons
flake into the 
Christened ones
annointed for an epoch
or an augenblick for
those who walk among
quasars, red-shifted rays
render into ashes 
our ephemera.
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