The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Precipice

Peer over this great conjunction
where falling dust finds no pole
between the jockeying of daylight
and that silent night where dreams
lay like moonlit snowshoe prints 

Stagger not forward lest you fall
into that web of tensions that
for this moment are all equidistant
before they snap shut in the toothy grin
of the mystical manic maw unhinged

Hold your exhale from the tip
wings pinned with angel dancefloors
like the town drunkard's marionette 
as taut as his heavy slumbered heave
stills from the hypoxic intoxication

Stand upon the astral pedestal
a tomb of whitest yule marble 
and count the stillness of striations
as the obsidian blade cools 
and beckons an incipient eruption

Decline into the tearing of a new leaf
as the aureolated annulus softens 
in gentle diffusion across the great plane
in a milky supernova of novelties
from an asthenospheric ridge in thermoclinic rain.
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