BLK XXIV

in the frame, a window bends light. blurring the lines of sight. screen and glass, a dual facade. warping reality, a constant charade. each glance a gamble, what's real or not. a distorted view, the truth forgot. simulated visions, a deceptive play. seeing and unseen blend into gray. reflections twist, perspectives shift. through the window, realities drift. a screen of illusions, endlessly spun. where the true and false are merged as one.