Three views from an empty room.

Space, hatched.
Glass, smashed.
The sound of nothing echoes,
behind me.
Three variations on the same view,
the clear lines re-frame it each time.
Dragging your gaze to a different quadrant.
The window makes you see
what it wants.

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