I woke at three to see
darkness tied around me and
in the blackened knots
I spot
a dot of light.
It might be a morning hidden there inside the knots but would I dare to try,untie the ties that bind and blind me so
if I don’t I’ll never know
Will I?

Unpicking and sticking to a formulae,I try my best
but these knots would test the patience of a saint and I ain’t got no time to waste,
In haste I take a kitchen knife to cut what remains and find I’m right
Morning is inside
tightly bound but I have found
the light.

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