Theres a porcupine on my ceiling

All the jagged edges,
join sweetly to display
the promise of fulfillment,
at the close of my day.

Sitting calmly above me,
dressed in shades of gray,
this being so unseeming,
to show me there's a way.

To look back at myself,
with my own blurry eyes,
'cos the porcupine on my ceiling,
sees through my disguise.