Poetry's Easy and Prose is Powerful: Srsly (My heart was 3)
One is synaesthesia - 'that's a loud shirt, tom.' 'i'm feeling blue...' why this works, nobody knows. but you'll learn about that trick, and many more... in poetry.
Synesthesia
To colour, to breathe and taste The arcs of light across the ears; Racing stripes of taste and sound Careening wild--in concentric circles To find the bull's-eye point of progress Where we, as living museums, Do store each speck of feeling. And...
Past me, the Present: Jump!
Just as reality submerges into the synaesthesia of the quantum dream, making corporeal existence meaningless - you squeeze ... squeezed ... will squeeze ... my paw.