avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Dawn’s divisions from twilight’s afterward raises ambiguous shadowed suggestions of form from underworld allusions toward absent sensations of grief

No light relieves demonic visions in their scattering yet you desire it as moths’ suicidal flights ignore Icarus moments in blind lusts’ forgetfulnesses

Untruths write themselves on winds in their unspoken clarity with a belief that is found nowhere within the real

Faith distrusts the observable

Memory visits destruction on yesterdays to compose new dreams into a past only extant in its death to tomorrows’ hopes

Falsehoods program sanctuary from within Jurojin’s unquenchable thirst for ages’ creations and execute the undesirable with swords of revisionists’ backspace

Disenfranchised happenings quarrel in silence and fall prostate by the feet of trivialities of the instant

Floors become cold beneath the gaze of morning’s purifying vision of slavery reborn

(Avi Sato, 2019)