Voices Awake

And when the world 
upends itself 

opens its veins 
to the thousand tiny
shocks that flesh is

air to, err on the side
of caution, as you don’t

know where the next
terror may lurk, in fear
or loss of control

somehow they appear
invisible and static

just open your eyes
as if to dream, not
because sleep won’t come, but

you only see what 
they want you to hear anyway.

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher