Ten Maps of Sardonic Wit Poem by Christian Bök

Ten Maps of Sardonic Wit

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Atoms in space now drift
on a swift and epic storm

soft wind can stir a poem

snow fits an optic dream
into a scant prism of dew

words spin a faint comet

some words in fact paint
two stars of an epic mind

manic words spit on fate

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