an ocean of sees

we are perfectly capable
of drowning
in the seeing
of
the crying,
the goodness,
the stains,
the faces, dwelling
behind walls.

we outline
the cracks in the walls
with
nothing more
than index fingers
and eyes
that are used as
a measuring tape.

our ears,
the computer recordings.

we study.
we listen.
we paint the walls
with attention.

and goddamn,
we hone this skill
down the neck
of obsession,
becoming pros
in the backstory
of walls.

this isn't clairvoyancy,
just a lifetime
in the analysis
of walls.