avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Lies are beauties’ truths
Spoken in ears primed by misunderstanding
Perception of worlds’ sights
Impervious to your ministrations of belief
Yet somehow shaped by interpretation
Branches’ leaves formed
In line with photographs’ transformations
Iterative beauty in absence of language
Depicts absence
No thought appears
Without text absence obliterates all
More than spoken words’ echoes
No earth is possible
Rain falls only in your understanding
Forests silent without ears
Darkness overwhelms in lights’ absences
Intimacies’ touches grow cold
In sleep’s asensual depths
Talk life to spirits’ echoes
I live only in your tongue
Speaking verse to depict
What cameras’ presences no more than obscure

(Avi Sato, 2019)