avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Standing by the stream you contemplate walking into the water yet its glistening waves belie the consuming terrors of bitter memories that await your touch below the reflective surface

Shadows between ripples cry in anticipation of your feet while the conformity of daily life presses you forward to drink its depths into lungs moments from an end embraced

Breathing its liquid dreams into futures absent of all but echoes nearly forgotten gives hope where none lived in the hours of your mind

Yet those tomorrows paint soundscapes of overwhelming noise and place hands on your back that propel body to shallow moistened graves that call from underworlds unbelieved until this moment

This shall not be the mistake of which they speak but sanctuary amid others whose voices tear your peace from itself and shatter calm waves with movements unpredicted yet observed

Beauty no longer lives in the living yet in barely glimpsed days of missing remembrances simplicity returns in your image without new times of loss

(Avi Sato, 2019)