avi sato . be thought . live dreams

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Lesson

A simplicity overwhelms with its pervasive desires in your eyes’ ubiquitous reflections yet depth oppresses and relents not a moment from words of momentary pleasure and thoughts of tomorrows’ unending games

You wake with the sensation of incompleteness before hours of targeted self-assassination amid linguistic exhortations of introspective love and outward performances

No homes are obvious to save you from the dreams you left behind to open your eyes into the stereotype you now understand as ordinary daily life long paths from the precise meanderings of living rivers

Your footsteps stumble with each brush of the earth as you take no more time to decide while confronted by a gaze less benign than unknowing yet pretending to great wisdoms of ages not yet come

(Avi Sato, 2019)