avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Divergent raindrops darken glass’ vibrant echoes while sunlight dances on spherical surfaces and becomes trapped behind your eyes’ expectant wonder

Unbecoming shapes transform within your memory to days once thought forgotten yet somehow relived in your imagination reborn into times never once extant

The paper of sheets rings crisp against the darkness of midday closeted through vast retellings of viciously inaudible prayers to forget yet spring from past logic into nighttime’s lack of awe

Straightened beliefs clash against half-forgotten bodies askew in their obviated negatives and insipid silenced protests become screams not of delight but curiously proximate to willing ears

You are the voice of dread become doubt faced with collisions of sympathy and spectacle striking down sensations of projected myth and hallucinations’ hopes in the image of their burdens of untruth

(Avi Sato, 2019)