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 illusions50 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?