The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Event Horizon

Sometimes supernovas arrive in raindrops
hyssop flopped in your general direction
myrrh pressed into your forehead as a sapphire
fragrant waters bathing away your dross.

Sometimes tears evaporate 
before they wet embroidered linen
or the steam-pressed pillowcase of a 
child who fears the light.

Sometimes we tread upon the liquefacted
swimming through our daily miasma 
bone shuttled through twisted weft
waiting for our amalgam to set.
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