The long gaze towards the horizon brought
a construct to accompany
to think,
is it real what we’re seeing,
or are they all what we wanted to see,
instead of what we should see?
Reality? They inquire.
is it a twisted space governed by horizons and mentalities?
the convergence of idealities?
or just a plane of intagibility?
or is it a metamorphosis of surrealism,
us, sees it as real?
Permanence and temporariness they compared.
Unnoticed it is
That temporariness are broken permanence
and
Permanence is just elongated temporariness.
White Knight 