Just. Like. Imperatives.

Laws must be word, and matter, dissolvable
Causally grounding knowledge writ girth

Streets must be wide, how they bend, reliable
All who quarter arriving here first

Rain must be clear, sun clouded, untraceable
Draught defusing on index to thirst

And with these precepts dear,
We’ll mure measured tiers
That no one need premise a notion of worth.

Pure must be logic, our reasons, impassable
Headroom subsuming good humors and mirth

Which buries them here,
Without blink, nod, or fear,
That no ends, by all means, surmise our own birth.