form finds its function in a poet's pen;
thought can flow freely regardless of rules.
rhythm and rhyme: merely means to an end;
practice makes perfect when testing new tools.
restriction's reins evoke evolution,
but watch begetting maudlin mutations;
losing thought's thread can cause convolutions,
winding one up with erased elation.
the tracing of a poet's trail is laced with triumphs and travails.