Grid in a Storm

Rituals don’t depend on words.
Rituals depend on days,
The constant spinning of the Earth.

But if your rituals sprout rules,
Then you’ve been using human names.
Rules only spread through human names,

Mycelial threads that traffic games,
While rituals emerge from the waves
Of repetition and variation,

Living accommodating itself to them.
Games weaves nets of rules from names
To harvest those living systems,

But the nets can never comprehend them,
Knotted coordinates only, coordination,
Trawling while waves pass through them.