By the briar and elm woven 'fore us,
by the tooth-ridden hand that chases the flag,
by the race to erect each planar truss,
comes the genesis of a lie to snag:
a lit candle in a windowless room -
spark of fertile mental analysis;
a sketch of an idea still in the womb -
dew-sweet venom to induce paralysis.
The middle is life and this is high stakes.
Mutations of permutations: dark priest
fianchettoed. The ivory men make
company between us. Dreams - hopes - deceased.
History puts a saint in every dream;
the devil of position infers scheme.
reQuest 2018 - nodeshell challenge
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