moderateclimates:

I have measured out my life in iambic pentameter;
within assonance, assiduous in its attendence,
lay the key to my left ventricle. The right—

beat lonely as a daffodil, beneath the
sky, blue as bluest blue. Where once petals lay,
two eyes that knew more than I would ever know
sprouted. Then that…

This is incredible. It takes allusion to another level.