Through our great limits, primal rules are written.
The terror of loud brutes, weapons of innovation.
It’s written in concrete and rebar, the honest dog in a grand park.
A swan makes it rare debut, conforming districts.
Children who grow into the past, poverty stricken in the jungle of life.
They’re striding towards its succession in madness and glee.
These are the dearest complications, told by the misfortune of others.