I don't think poetry is rhymes, more than words locked in time. More like shadow caught in glass, a mirror that reflects the soul.
all you are and all you hold, and everything you have sold.
As shadows roll from our hands the mirror can already see our plans. Servitude, solitude, tradition, honor. Label your code or drown it in water.
Let your mirror define your soul, let your words reverberate all through time and all through space.