The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Condescension

I am shameless 
in my self-indulgence,
for I exude gravity 
to bend 'lables into echoes
rippling into the unheard,
coarse musk-marked and 
assiduously preened 
so that I can begin
my phaethonic ascent.

And from my ecstasis, I look down
and revel in my Nebuchadnezzarian dream
for in a moment, I shall a pauper be 
whose pocketholes capture naught but the now.
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