We can’t get pass the uncanny valley²,
So that we’re back at where we started
It’s a long way to go back—yet a step forward
Darkness awaits us on both ends
It’s been with us along the path
It’s just that our pupils adapted
An ouroboros³, it’s the valley
Hope here, a timid light
that hardly wounds the darkness
No flashlight to reveal the path
So we freeze at where we are
Facing death, personified in our image
1. the “valley of the shadow of death”; 2. a psychological and aesthetic phenomenon where a person feels uneasy or disgusted when a non-living object looks or behaves too much like a human; 3. an ancient symbol depicting a serpent or dragon eating its own tail.
Reveries That I Call Poetry 