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This truth began between butt-brains babbling
Sewing thought with intangible stitches
Creating a mesh finer than thin air
Birthing a truth worth more than raw silver
Held high and hallowed by sententious
werewolf hunters as The Holy Missile

This poem is the 1st stanza of Sword (working title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.