avi sato . be thought . live dreams



In the light of morning the gentle current of your voice speaks into the corners still consumed by the darkness of twilights unending but with faltering steps the shimmering of reflections blinds me to its depth

I step across streams yet lose myself in their relentless drive toward salt’s stark bitterness yet the taste comforts me as i breathe your unspoken touch across my hands and strip daydreams’ expected metaphors for their liquid centers

Before the altar of burned idols I pray yet the flames of your mind have not yet released the fear of yesterday’s sun’s planned obsolescence

But my eyes do not shy from the shimmering fires within you and with your light a cascade of welcome cataracts sweeps beyond my hastily constructed fences of doubt to nourish a core once thought by all lost by its own magnetism yet you call me to wild sanctuaries within your spirit

(Avi Sato, 2019)