Cary Briel

As I stare
I come to realize
And theorize
That I may need to pinch
This skin of varied inch
And wake;
But I– seeing
Through so many eyes
Believing
In their comings and leavings– as they do
As certainly I will too
Do not fully realize
Nor theorize
Nor do I pinch;
Else I’d surely wake
As would they– and they would cease
Their comings and leavings
As would I.