A paranormal connection.
The night before the full moon,
but where to be found, was Eden?
Seemingly outside herself in
a distorted glass head reflection,
She is a bow-tie wearing apparition
in autosaved formats of disconnected communication;
In this tirade, desensitized blockade of wires,
Eyes lost in the sky, the stars seem to change colors;
I will thank her for my pointy limbs,
and be sure to send her a mother's day card.