The exact thing with “seeing too much”
Is that everything you see becomes a part of you —
It’s never water off your back
Like Dickie Greenleaf
It embeds its pores in your ankles and wrists
That you look at down like lili pads when you’re
Trying to go to sleep and
Upward is downward on a
Sunny July day when
Everybody always acts like they know everything
And falls in line