i met you someplace else - thirteen poetic notes

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Jonahh Oestreich

I met you someplace elseTHIRTEEN POETIC NOTES

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METATEMPUSLondon, United Kingdom


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2047 AD

5 Millennia Ahead / Neverland

Age Of Serenity

I Met You Someplace Else

There Is No Time

5 Millennia Ahead / Reunion

Silence

Revelation I: Return

The Lost Item

Rooted

This Is Where I Come To Dream

Missing

Lunar Goodbye

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I met you someplace elseTHIRTEEN POETIC NOTES

Copyright Jonahh Oestreich 2010All rights reserved

First published in 2010 by METATEMPUSLondon, United Kingdom

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sometimes I believeI am a ghost of myself

wandering through placeswithout sound

there is no wind eithernothing butthe indefinite noiseof our past


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5 Millennia Ahead / Neverland

They joined minds and shared my dreams.In their eyes I was a relic to be preservedfor I am living in a physical body.

I cannot swap my shell, andI do not have a genetic identifier.I cannot be cloned.

None of my dream sharers wouldreally comprehend what it is liketo live with an ultimate end, andto be aware of it.

They had a self that canexist without a body.

They recognized the codemy mother and I shared, and knew.

I dreamed about her.

She and I were in a hospital,visiting my dying grandmother.

Her scarred hand held mine, andshe looked at me but could not speak.

She was a woman with a universeof memories, many of whichshe had shared with meby talking endlessly.

On her deathbed, she gave mea few more memoriesthrough her eyes.

It felt like she wanted to give meso many still,

But she could not give any more,and this seemed to beher only regret.

Now I remember her memories

by looking at my mom.

She does not talk a lot abouther mother,I have to watch.

I dreamed her hands reachingout to me, but they weregoing right through me.

Her mouth was morphing intoa mute scream.

My dream sharers mournedwith a shapeless thought.

In this distant place of spacetime,I left behind more than

one dream and one memory.

I knew the joined minds wouldkeep and pass them alongto their mirrorminds in the otheruniverses.

And some of my dreamshave been their memories since.

Dreams are multiversal memories.

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Age Of Serenity

horizons in fog and blue lamentshiftmy memories of nightmares and grief

vanish in your gaietys gravity

stay with me and let us castglass beads through canyonsof brick walls and towers of steelup to the end of skys line

where our hopes lie let us dance andreverberate the sound of light

billions of colours drawn ontoyour facethe smile of lightness

let us

not leave but be travelling downmillennia of joy where weplay and chase our future

you give me your handsand we are slayers who stormthe pinnacles of pain wherethe cloud makers rest and plothow many souls can I save withmy glistering pearls made of wordsand countless fractals that are

our kingdom of versespushing the past beyond

the spirals of mute shadowsvitreous echoeslasting for aeonsmultiplying the sunand our laughterripplesthe desperate poles of night and daywhen you let usascend and bedawn and dusk moverspainting darklight untilthe end of all lies

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I Met You Someplace Else

catching dream particles made of firefliesI gazed at your fluorescent lips and felloff the white-wooden snag and floatedbefore your eyes aglow with dark desire

your frivolous smile shattered my sorrows

curdled my blood when with bated breathI felt the oneiric eclipse of my thoughtsdraw to an end in your artful benevolence

the paths in your dreams a realm of marvelsunbearable lightness and shadows of awetoo far away too close for eternal frenzyas dream dust dissolves in days gravity

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There Is No Time

how came i to hunt sentient ghostsin catacombs of futures long gonedevoured by light inhaling pastsa shadow living for eons in decay

outsized monuments stand as ironhour glasses counting downlife spans of mortal soulwalkerswho rise and fall into the sun

i came to prey on never-now demonsthrough wormholes of deathless awebreathing a singular sense of prideand the unbearable mercy of memories


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5 Millennia Ahead / Reunion

in the last century of her life

she returnedin a ship of wisdom and beautyher entourage of demon huntersguarded a swarm of hieroglyphicsfrom a future she had seenshe brought droning stringsof dreamsbridging the timeof her absence

between the first and the finalcivilizationi saw her mute smileradiating the lightof hidden moonsshe had passedher words in a subsonic streamof childhood memories and

evaporating residueof the mindwalker era

when pride and rivalryhad made all of man

awestruck minionsof time and space

i felt her ephemeralveil of tendernessreverberating our firstencounter in one of thoselabyrinthine dimensionsof her starfaring journeys

where she had left mewandering the ever expandingorbit of a lonely star

while she was becomingthe supreme shape shifterdescending downto the surface of our birthplanet and crossingthe eternal echoesof our minds


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Silence

the thunder of eternity ceasedto echo soul caravans in memoriambeing here and now you and idaubed the canvas of centuries

with imagined auras of past livesleft by bereaved ones as mortalyears and decades weakened

reverberations of sorrow and grief

we were walking and pausingand seeing ephemeral shadowsof tears as crystallized dewon statues carved by weathered time

and memories resolve into heartstringssurreal traces of hereafters glowa no mans land of ashes and dustbeneath the light of serenity


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Revelation I: Return

what it means to find my soulautumn like drifting through red lightfilled with silence as this seems the time of scarshealed from memories and the fragrance of decayis floating over thoughts as lonely remains of

transient futures of which I had more than twoif my past and my lives and my deathscame together here and now since all possiblelightness rests on a single moment inthe blink of a feeling I remember one day

when

I saw one giant bridge growing towards my eyeshigher and higher lifting the horizon out of dreamsand the miasma of water exposed my selfbecame invisible and could see and could listen

whenwe moved over the highest point and discoveredthe other side of the dimmed valley was my ownmirror in your hands and you knew another timewe would arrive at some end of this circle inside

do you see the winter the white light the birdsare gone already but the noise will sound againsoon and with a silent smile you are going to breakmy inner silence before we walk through a lightcover of snow and onto this blue blue ice


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The Lost Item

there is always solitudein the centre of the roadcrossing over shades andtones andmagnitudes of light

sometimes there is solitudein the stream of thoughts

crossing over dreams andage andmagnitudes of gloom

there is never solitudeon the ways i walk alonecrossing over fear andloss andmagnitudes of hope


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Rooted

the mortal soil of yearsbears on your feet and burns

skins of solitude-carvedomen left by air hounds

who have never rested hereor there

you do not belong

to sky-bending shapeshiftersdark-light spreading

traces of

sun-colored secondsblending

minds eye

crosses millenniashorter than

your finite time

that you exist

remains a conundrum beyondthe motion blur of thoughts

shifts my sighttakes me awayand beholds

verity underneaththe mortal soil of years


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This Is Where I Come To Dream

was there and sawfaces with open mouthsonly to exhale fugacitywith silent voices

eternal births and deathsfloated up and down

the trees in light and foglike replicated ghosts

vanish and return untilthey come to termswith being here andbeing not what i am

alive


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Missing

the illusion of colors is timelessa mindwalking camouflagelike dusk removers pushing their dawninto a shamelessly void sky

laughing at infinite indigo

the emptiness of transient placesis fading your aurainto my unichrome daydreamshealing memory fracturesonly to stand an infinite solitude


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Lunar Goodbye

yesterday at days break

you roped up time warpswith my night words

knots of our conjoint spacetimewaveredbetween your handsthe new day resonated

my dream trails and hopesof years to comedied in rhythms of silence

the light pool of new moonfrozeshadows of secondsbetween our open mouths

suspended words mirroredthe finiteness of the unspoken

in our eyes

keeps you and mefrom senescent sound marksin the memory of betrayed


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