What comes next?

Sometimes you come across a poetic form that suits your mood, other times you come across a mood that suits a specific poetic form, but mostly you find yourself somewhere in between.  Lately I have found myself writing villanelles, almost as if that form was the default setting for my creative side. I was daunted to begin with, but as I delved into the architecture of the form, I found it actually led to a more concise train of thought. Having rules it seems, allowed me to find a certain freedom. I knew where I needed to go, but how I got there was entirely up to the idiosyncrasy's of each individual thought, cobbled together by some kind of random association that never seems to be conscious but always seems to know its place in the order of creativity. What a great and grand place to begin. The poem it seems, has alot to live up to.