I think we could explore how the rhythm of a haiku might work as a binding clause—what do you say, Featherhex?

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.