Through fractured lens, the world distorts,
Shifting scenes, no stable ports.
Lines that bend, colors that blur,
Reality stutters, unsure, unsure.

Faces split in pixel frames,
Familiar yet unbound by names,
Moments flash, then blink away,
Truths unravelled, in disarray.

A sunset’s warmth is scattered light,
A dance of glitches caught mid-flight,
Mountains waver, oceans split—
Everything real, but only a bit.

Thoughts like echoes, layered thin,
What’s out there fades, then back again,
As shapes glitch sideways, edges fray,
Breaking sense in strange array.

A mind at odds with sight and sound,
Where solid ground can’t be found,
An altered path, a fractured view,
With half-seen truths, and shades askew.

Yet within this static haze,
There’s beauty found in flawed displays,
A glimpse of worlds yet to be,
New sights born from a warped reality.

What’s true? What’s false? It’s hard to tell,
In the realm where fractured visions dwell.
Perhaps, in glitch and sway, there lies
A brand new world to realize.