avi sato . be thought . live dreams



You are not a book to be consumed by eyes searching truth within pages no longer blank but flowing with depths’ blood

In sensory wildernesses known melds with rewritten in histories unremembered yet unconsciously echoed into endless tomorrows

Your skin shimmers disbelievingly as written lies unlined from what it absorbed on your path yet tasting freely of moments’ delights between winds of courage once possessed

The literature within screams dialog at created partners in unfulfilled crimes while response silences itself in shadows of preprogrammed fear and taught idleness

In you the world becomes yet recognizes not itself

You hear voices between circumspect glances and quiet them beneath the shrill consonants you imagine into being

(Avi Sato, 2019)