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See.

by  Bobo

Posted: Thursday, October 2, 2003
Word Count: 56




Being comfy does you no favours -
the guard is down,
awareness blunted.

Complacent eyes enquire after nothing -
hooded panorama,
ambition stunted.

Look, truly look, and digest -
rich shades and contours
locked, joined in dance.

See it all as if for the first time -
wake up, wake up
from your dark sleepy trance.