Seeing.

looking; but not really seeing,

for the scene is there,

before ones eyes, in all

its splendor and beauty;

but do we see and read all the signs

of the dryness, the desperation,

the breaking unities,

the tragic mystique,

and the underlying  physiology,

we only comprehend the surface,

while below life unbinds.

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