I've been struggling with a key
I've crafted from the flesh
Of a bluebird's view

The first flutters

The next two crack

Three more lick but just can't wrap

Limitations flourish
I beg vindication
While effervescence pours from my broken claws

My knots won't snap

My stars crystal beyond ambience
But I pale from qualm

I'm without
I acquiesce
But I refuse concession