The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Omnia Vincit

I try
I ardently try to
conjure a superheroic idea
defined by its negation of the untrodden
feels like an iconoclastic success
intuition turning her lips away
my breath failing,
is my heart so lithographic?
or just a forgotten Potoskey stone
encrusted by tombs
even cracked remains unyolked
no geodic cavern for faith to
shower dogmatic stalactites
into my eyes which
I struggle to raise
ad astra amoris.
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