The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Shimmer of a Pearl

Lower the lights to the quietness
of a room ice cold and seldom warmed

Lay your eye upon the creamy spiral
of aragonite concretions towering

And the blackened arsenic wallpaper
will burst into flaming racers

Rushing into your peripheral yearning
with a pour of ambrosia-scented velvets

Strewn with raisin apple cabochons
softly sugared with waiting lips opening

Spirit wanders amongst the smoldering 
leavings of yesterday's sky funeral 

Light year footsteps skip past nebular
lagoons of crushed neutrons collapsing

Toes settling upon tetrasolar dunes of
silicate husks piled over the failure
to imagine or encompass swine diamonds,
my face scribbled in hasty rouge
as the sunburn of lost gamma emissions
fades to the pale and milky white
of a sphere whose continents map 
cataclysms as surely as Isengard's spire
my eye hovering in the convergence of
immensity and infinities of diversities
inhaled into a momentary mermaid tear -
the flash of recognition vaporizing 
every fossil and half-twinned octahedron
into an iridescent plasma of eternal
satiety buttered upon my rye bread soul.
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