moss fed
roof sleeps
moonlight sits
corrugated
bottle sweats
the change
obedient bulb
wrecks motes
night runs
its clock-wheel –
always an
incomplete
lap
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A Blind Bird 
Some powerful imagery here – a feeling of being trapped yet knowing that escape is within reach but hidden. Well written.
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Thank you very much! It is as you said – an obscured escape-route. Hope I’m almost there.
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