Reflections From My Desk

I gaze at me without virtigo
But my fears arch behind
The mirror knows none of this
Of the shadows in my mind
Second cut is the deepest
When the demons are kind
But when the sun is brightest
It can make you blind

I reach for the knave of spade
I evade his upturned eye
That sees past my rooted feet
To my fast fragmenting sky
And little bits fall like rain
I cringe in horror
Must hide the pain
And little bits fall like frost
I guide you home
But I am lost