Cоnsider the fоllоwing poem: I pаid the hаrd logistic my respects,Unfurled my indiscretion like а flag,It's something that the system least expects --Watch its triumphant smile begin to sag. But cutting loose is not a guarantee(And what in this world is, I'd like to know)It's not the way to make one truly free;In fact, it's laced with certain types of fear. I wish I were on land, argosy;The wind has had its places, had its times,So has the ocean's strident melody--I'm tired of yelling answers in these rhymes. Yet maybe learning this strange, rolling walkWill make my feet more certain on the dock.Which of the following formal terms best describes this poem?