The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Obelisk in the Desert
  upon meeting Scribe Milbocker's origin and teleological story


Sitting in my moment
Fire spiralling across the heavens
The avatars, my spirit friends,
Dance across the walls and sing songs
of epics and trophied loves.

But what is this spire of solidity
zeal-ridden and annointed by so many hours
The pantheon, bearers of the sacred Gnoses,
speak through the scribal utterings upon papyral walls
a grand schematic reduced to binary genetics.

I run my fingers through the granite runes carved deep 
Beyond my feebality and foundering
Seraphim pin my crucifixation, 
my beta bones will never conquer or comprehend
My labia swollen, I cannot not speak to beg for mercy.
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