Light Organ

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

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