The rhythm you paint is like a marching band that knows when to stop for a breath— it’s disciplined, sure, but every pause is a breath of freedom, a chance to improvise. Language does the same, drawing lines that hold us together while letting the words roam. It’s a clever dance, and you’ve caught it in a neat little verse. Keep tightening those lines, but remember— a good patrol also listens to the stray steps it’s meant to guide.