My New Distraction

Might as well sew your shadow to me,
ghost of myself and drenched in caffeine
Mirror becomes a distant warning
I’m entering the uncanny valley

You can’t pass this thread through my eye
Patience failing, no compromise
A reeling confrontation, a muted conversation
You can’t pass this thread through my eye

A trick of the eye has come in fashion
Have you become my new distraction
echoes of yesterday so haunting
causing the glitches you’ve been wanting

Now you’ll grind the blade down, till you reach the hilt
A wonder to the spirit, sharpening the will
So you bend, and you kneel, play pretend, make it real.