Names and Rules

Turning wheels and fragile bubbles,
We will tangle you in our nets.

We are the first domesticates
And the first domesticators,

The authors of the first authors,
Inventors of sinners and saints.

We have our own fine existence
Elaborating known worlds known

Only from elaborations.
We are infected by chaos,

Of course, beset by randomness,
But we remain orthogonal

To the mess we net as we trawl
Over your bubbling, tumbling wrecks.