avi sato . be thought . live dreams


Current Affair

Inward glances betray societies secret lying slightly left of doorposts concealing their true natures

Seeking ideas behind their shadowy forms ends hope amid concepts of rage for beauties’ sake

Forgone conclusions of broken ice floating predictably on waters frighteningly lacking in depth

Call effortlessly to footsteps seeking new pathways toward welcoming drowning deaths

Scream into the silence of stimulus with voices for ages muffled by pretended lust

Walk over dunes of dried existence to locate a self not simply forgotten but bereft of past

Eventual falling takes refuge in predictive dreams of illiteracy faced with understanding

Knowing is the enemy of pleasure when happiness is the pressure on skin

Eyes never before opened shiver before moonlights’ pale form and wake into discarded blindness by degrees

Nothingness tastes of honey to lips knowing only the incense of passion brought on winds of proximity

Yet creation becomes your momentary lover

(Avi Sato, 2019)