avi sato . be thought . live dreams

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Inside Voices

Cardboard and magic markers scream silenced slogans beneath overhanging deprecations’ harsh consonants

Preaching to unsung antiheroes’ ears

Change is fear made incarnate in eyes trapped within bodies of hatred fleeing before onrushing foreign thoughts

Challenging an ethic of lust

Swallow depths of unbreathable lacrymal stimulants surrounded by compatriots without unreflective homelands’ biases

Not thinking is today’s only existence

Who listens not to mass hysteria but oppressed voices singing through ash-blackened veils on street corners

Assumed to be members of ancient professions whose only penetrations are unspoken protests of violations long past yet unforgettable

Speech no longer makes you free

(Avi Sato, 2019)