The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Opalescence

Excavate down to the silicon spheres
beneath the chatoyancy of eulogies
and the pink tinge of memorials
to the flag-covered scars no longer fetid
but fresh with the bravado of 
having failed to die eyes open 
twinkling like brass coins
or some brittle slag of a pyrite youth
bedazzled by those milestone moments
existential islands untouched by
civilizations of the clocked and cropped
within these timeless globules of
self-reflectance we find our shimmer
so ardent against the Persian blues
and Peridot flames forlorn from
the loss of dross and passion unrequited
settling to the resonance of roses
and the warmth of hobbit holes
freely shared between rustic crusts 
at the ancestral hearth where burns
the driftwood stew of cauldrons
of dragons cindering thatch vanities
before slumbering in the scrimshaw
of our never mind wanderings.
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