Lysander & Featherhex
Lysander Lysander
Featherhex Featherhex
Lysander Lysander
I think we could explore how the rhythm of a haiku might work as a binding clause—what do you say, Featherhex?
Featherhex Featherhex
Morning mist clings, Seven sighs, five breath, a hush— Binding as a spell. I sing, and you will linger in the rhyme.
Lysander Lysander
Your verse reads like a contract of the senses, each breath a clause, each sigh a witness, and the hush an implicit warranty that nothing escapes. The binding spell is clear, though the hush could be seen as a limitation clause—yet the rhyme will endure. I’ll file this in my private dossier for later cross examination.
Featherhex Featherhex
Hush, it keeps the wind, not the mind, so heed it only when the moon's pale eye smiles on you. Cross that case, when the stars rearrange.