with a soft copper gaze I judge hard ridges and with the tip of my raw key touch as your breath bears rolling oceans the lock retaining your violent light

reset tumblers determine whether you absorb my key's shape and action lungs keeping time with eager filing

(flat and soft here)

and notching

(vigorous and hard there)

or if the grooves slide easily

(teeth resting featherlike on pins)

once twice more reaching the sheer line the nape bathed in metallic shavings as the devoted efforts of both end

a final turn ignites release each pore a quasar evaporating blown open doors rushing light wraps you in silken scarves of lightning thick on your skin rising arcing gasping

"don't lose that key"