The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Nobility of Death

Let us leap from
our grounding into the
meristem tea of 
flowers unbloomed!

The secret whispered:
enjoy the lukewarm,
sacrifice the antithetical
be baptised into the
unitary turning of all that
bends toward beginnings.

Don the alb of the newborn
and let time fall away like
flaxen locks shorn to
adorn that buddha smile
we share.
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