avi sato . be thought . live dreams



White flakes drift lazily before your hazed vision while footsteps approach from behind as echoes of your movement

Only slightly out of step with your internal rhythm no fear appears in you until late is overtaken by imminent impossibilities

Contact drives your mind to flight yet legs obey nothing of adrenaline’s desired safety and grounded is transformed from yogic enterprise to shadowed agony

Awake more from terror’s scent than torn experience you taste warmed words between blooded teeth

Imagination awaits tonight’s rewriting in softened rays of dawn’s disbelief while escape becomes an unknown amid newly bitter walls

Distrust arrives unbidden with singularity of action become symbol of unspeakable negatives

Positives not expected beneath lust’s implacable privilege

Possibilities future quickly degrade to past’s night failures of dreams unbidden

Woken thoughts sleep behind clouds of expectation

Sanctuary comes too late

(Avi Sato, 2019)