avi sato . be thought . live dreams


To Me

From heights of Babel lofty and unexplored I fell
Grace caught not a feather of my weight
Impact delayed only by disbelief
Thought transcending unreality
At the idea I could have lived untruths in your eyes

Ears mine and others swam in dark waters
Collapsing at your feet in profuse supplication
You averted senses not only visual
Words and notes no longer possible
Unhearing became your new default stance

They know me not yet doubts’ benefits were possible
While your back was my mind’s only view
I could ask for no other cheek to be turned
The first one having been unoffered
No forgiveness is necessary

Only faith

(Avi Sato, 2019)