avi sato . be thought . live dreams

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Forest

Idiosyncrasies amass terrified norms
Longing for pasts’ presents
With tears of enlightenments lost
Baggage unclaimed
From within flights of fanciful brokenness

Liquid imaginings metamorphose
Toward incipit dewdrops
Encapsulating mornings’ revelations
Of rebirth
While death waits

Wings unfolded
Preparing to extricate you
From unfinished sentences

Making thoughts complete
In their very shatterednesses
Left hanging on winds
Fluttering partially remembered flags
Of homelands once dreamed of

You walk between trees
No longer in the rows
Your mind expects
But dancing freely
In slowed emotions

Legs carry you without grounds’ touch
Between branches hung with moist leaves
Droplets microcosms of memories’ departed
Landing beneath your gaze
Feet feeling only wings of unexpected fluidity

Eyes deceive
While contacts once firm
Lose perceived solidity
In daydreams of postponed mortality

(Avi Sato, 2019)