avi sato . be thought . live dreams



What is this desire of which you speak
Drive for humans distant from my mind
Excuse for models self-imposed of sin
Guilt’s dark secret brought to screens’ light

You cry forgiveness’ hopes yet act
In ways evil seeming cannot detach
No resistance appears in moments
Justification by hormone falls flat on my ears

Yet each moment no derision comes
But regret
You entertain others with games prescribed
Inquiring to motives for repeated engagement
I lose myself in inquisition’s mask
While you are led by lust’s
Shattered self-image

(Avi Sato, 2019)