A key is a translation point
Green from blue
Light from heat
The yellow on my heart
Doors don't need one
It's locks
From a higher plane
To a lower river
Strike to inflame
Cuts make a code
Matched only
By the tumbled handshake
Formally, we are music
It's casual causality on the storm
It's a sun day
Even with everything between us
Cosmology haunts the dead mind
Again produce, re-live, it's a live way
Without the nuance
Of the history of stars
History won't unlock
The present's winsome chest
And neither can the future crack
My yellow solid heart
Roman Ryan 