Sleight of Hands

The game lovers play, is a sport of muses - like pearl on strings they dance. As magician's sleight of hands, of smokes and mirrors. AiyeKo-ooto follows the illusions,50 poems, compiled in eerie moments. Every fight and kisses to make up. Would you be surprised, if words said in jest are wrongly perceived? The concept of time is judged by both; on a "diverge by the senses". The absence of one; leaves the other "false ideas" of what to do. Yet, emotions which fuel lovers; are drilled from deep murky ponds, of "figment of imagination". Things are fuzzy in their world of fantasy. When circumstances "zigzag-stripes", rattling their notions of unity, you'll be surprised what comes out at seams. The game of lovers is afoot once again! AiyeKo-ooto knits all together, in five thread-needle movements and no thimble. Their mirage, hallucinations, apparitions, appearance, impressions, true and erroneous beliefs. In the Sleight of hands anthology, we ask; are these emotions real or likely to be misinterpreted?