How Far Does Seeing Too Much— Or Too Little—Distance Us from Our Selves?

 

Whom do eyes seek to see,
To size and seize?

Do they ever care or wonder
What becomes of them,

And whether little or much
Will remain of them at the end?

For seeing too is a thought,
A thought that moves

Whatever its aim aligns
With something better,

Or with what is worse—

And thus it moves the soul.

Among those we meet,
More and less,
We begin to spell them out,

While scarcely comprehending

Where and when and to what degree
We and our minds are made

Of such seeing and its light,

Which claims the lit
As part of its authored script.