The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Considerations of Light Sources

The panopticon is a prison of light
whose walls were easily erected by 
equations of focal magnitudes
where waves circle windows and fall into
black maelstroms of the cancellative 
we do not hear the silence at the back of
the bleachers when the collective sings
to a hungry audience guffawing away oblivion
crowns aglow with settings bejeweled with 
comedic corundrums and tragic tanzanites
it is the rise of the curtain that
reveals us in silver slices of 
our daguerrotypical pantomimes
each in their own soliloquy to the Julietical.

But who speaks in more riddles?
the masked or the lamp who ardently 
radiates in Maxwell's differentials 
casting the letters G.E. on our gilded caves
can we discern the lack of luster of such letterings
in the presence of an ignition 
all eyes fall enthralled and grant
the regal allowances to reign irreligiously
we serfs stand on our islands silently
and pray for wavefronts to rush in
so we can abandon our cells of singularity
and chatter gregariously ubiquitously
smiling and bantering about like angels
who astrally project from the clouds
to warn little boys to brush their teeth
and then talk in hushed voices about his odors
while the king casts his turkeyleg past his chalice
soon the clock will tick, the shutter will close
the frame iterates anew and we
will spark open our daisy eyelids 
in heliotropic amazement and watch
shadows burn into aftercolors 
across out refractorating retinas 
as we filter feed our daily dose of beauty
and cry long live the god of appetite
let us cavort until the tungsten bursts!
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