The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Absolution of Death

Hand focuses chisel upon
malachitic sparkles of azuli stones
fossilitic striations of nature's spendings
detritic rock drained into the dust of sand
Bang! breathes the fleshy camera obscura 
inspecting conceiving conceptualizing
lost in the amazement of
the abomination of decay
wondering at the enigma of time's untouching
lost in the adoration of
the conflation of multiverses 
into the unarity of the epiphenomenal:
a beautiful corpse flowers into
the dimensionless eye forever 
soiled by the blasphemy of understanding

Should I chip the atom
no tears would fall or humors lost
nor the night mind's progenation cease
No gnostic spirits would steam 
from stolen portals or desiccation relent

Even annointed by spittle and ochre stained
though I lend my gentle humidity and 
caress each part into place to appease my notions,
still remains but the echo of the entanglement
of the lost chirality of a spent intention.
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