avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Midday glances separate me
From the impassioned self
Of morning
Once calm
Now consumed with panics
Unyielding in their ubiquity
Painful not in their truth
Existence expected
Yet more in their present
Given over to a knowledge
Of repetition
Without conscious beginning
Source of minds’ streams
High in mountains
Where water no longer purified
Melts from glaciers
Massive in their oppressive translucence

Spoken words
Reassure that fear departs not for a moment
In their simplicity
Guaranteeing endlessness
Change blesses those who desire it not
Yet permanence
Talks diatribes of hate
Into the minds of those
Who seek no more than

Happiness is not myth
As belief fails before it stands

(Avi Sato, 2019)