Jonahh

Jonahh Oestreich
Oestreich

I met you someplace else

THIRTEEN
THIRTEEN POETIC
POETIC NOTES
NOTES

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 Jonahh Oestreich

I met you someplace else

THIRTEEN POETIC NOTES

for P.

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 1 2047 AD p 7
I met you someplace else
THIRTEEN POETIC NOTES
2 5 Millennia Ahead / Neverland p 8
Copyright © Jonahh Oestreich 2010
All rights reserved 3 Age Of Serenity p 10
First published in 2010 by METATEMPUS
London, United Kingdom 4 I Met You Someplace Else p 13

Images © Jonahh Oestreich 5 There Is No Time p 15

6 5 Millennia Ahead / Reunion p 16

7 Silence p 19

8 Revelation I: Return p 21

9 The Lost Item p 23

10 Rooted p 25

11 This Is Where I Come To Dream p 27

12 Missing p 29

13 Lunar Goodbye p 31
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2047 AD

sometimes I believe
I am a ghost of myself
wandering through places
without sound

there is no wind either

nothing but
the indefinite noise
of our past

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 5 Millennia Ahead / Neverland Dreams are multiversal memories.

They joined minds and shared my dreams.

In their eyes I was a relic to be preserved
for I am living in a physical body.

I cannot swap my shell, and

I do not have a genetic identifier.
I cannot be cloned.

None of my dream sharers would

really comprehend what it is like
to live with an ultimate end, and
to be aware of it.

They had a self that can

exist without a body.

They recognized the code

my mother and I shared, and knew.
It felt like she wanted to give me Her mouth was morphing into
I dreamed about her. so many still, a mute scream.

She and I were in a hospital,
visiting my dying grandmother.
Her scarred hand held mine, and
she looked at me but could not speak.
She was a woman with a universe
of memories, many of which
she had shared with me
by talking endlessly.
On her deathbed, she gave me
a few more memories
through her eyes.
But she could not give any more,
and this seemed to be
her only regret.
Now I remember her memories
by looking at my mom.
She does not talk a lot about
her mother,
I have to watch.
I dreamed her hands reaching
out to me, but they were
going right through me.
My dream sharers mourned
with a shapeless thought.
In this distant place of spacetime,
I left behind more than
one dream and one memory.
I knew the joined minds would
keep and pass them along
to their mirrorminds in the other
universes.
And some of my dreams
have been their memories since.

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 Age Of Serenity

horizons in fog and blue lament

shift
my memories of nightmares and grief

vanish in your gaiety’s gravity

stay with me and let us cast

glass beads through canyons
of brick walls and towers of steel
up to the end of sky’s line

where our hopes lie let us dance and our kingdom of verses
reverberate the sound of light pushing the past beyond

billions of colours drawn onto the spirals of mute shadows

your face
the smile of lightness vitreous echoes
lasting for aeons
let us
multiplying the sun
not leave but be travelling down and our laughter
millennia of joy where we
play and chase our future ripples

you give me your hands the desperate poles of night and day
and we are slayers who storm
the pinnacles of pain where when you let us
the cloud makers rest and plot ascend and be
how many souls can I save with
dawn and dusk movers
my glistering pearls made of words painting darklight until
and countless fractals that are the end of all lies
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I Met You Someplace Else

catching dream particles made of fireflies

I gazed at your fluorescent lips and fell
off the white-wooden snag and floated
before your eyes aglow with dark desire

your frivolous smile shattered my sorrows

curdled my blood when with bated breath
I felt the oneiric eclipse of my thoughts
draw to an end in your artful benevolence

the paths in your dreams a realm of marvels

unbearable lightness and shadows of awe
too far away too close for eternal frenzy
as dream dust dissolves in day’s gravity

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There Is No Time

how came i to hunt sentient ghosts

in catacombs of futures long gone
devoured by light inhaling pasts
a shadow living for eons in decay

outsized monuments stand as iron

hour glasses counting down
life spans of mortal soulwalkers
who rise and fall into the sun

i came to prey on never-now demons

through wormholes of deathless awe
breathing a singular sense of pride
and the unbearable mercy of memories

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 5 Millennia Ahead / Reunion

in the last century of her life

she returned
in a ship of wisdom and beauty

her entourage of demon hunters

guarded a swarm of hieroglyphics

from a future she had seen

she brought droning strings

of dreams

bridging the time

of her absence
between the first and the final i felt her ephemeral
civilization veil of tenderness

i saw her mute smile reverberating our first

radiating the light
of hidden moons
she had passed
her words in a subsonic stream
of childhood memories and
encounter in one of those
labyrinthine dimensions
of her starfaring journeys
where she had left me
wandering the ever expanding
orbit of a lonely star

evaporating residue while she was becoming

of the mindwalker era the supreme shape shifter

when pride and rivalry descending down

had made all of man to the surface of our birth
planet and crossing
awestruck minions the eternal echoes
of time and space of our minds

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Silence

the thunder of eternity ceased

to echo soul caravans in memoriam
being here and now you and i
daubed the canvas of centuries

with imagined auras of past lives

left by bereaved ones as mortal
years and decades weakened
reverberations of sorrow and grief

we were walking and pausing

and seeing ephemeral shadows
of tears as crystallized dew
on statues carved by weathered time

and memories resolve into heartstrings

surreal traces of hereafter’s glow
a no man’s land of ashes and dust
beneath the light of serenity

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Revelation I: Return

what it means to find my soul

autumn like drifting through red light
filled with silence as this seems the time of scars
healed from memories and the fragrance of decay
is floating over thoughts as lonely remains of

transient futures of which I had more than two

if my past and my lives and my deaths
came together here and now since all possible
lightness rests on a single moment in
the blink of a feeling I remember one day

when
I saw one giant bridge growing towards my eyes
higher and higher lifting the horizon out of dreams
and the miasma of water exposed my self
became invisible and could see and could listen

when
we moved over the highest point and discovered
the other side of the dimmed valley was my own
mirror in your hands and you knew another time
we would arrive at some end of this circle inside

do you see the winter the white light the birds

are gone already but the noise will sound again
soon and with a silent smile you are going to break
my inner silence before we walk through a light
cover of snow and onto this blue blue ice

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The Lost Item

there is always solitude

in the centre of the road
crossing over shades and
tones and
magnitudes of light

sometimes there is solitude

in the stream of thoughts
crossing over dreams and
age and
magnitudes of gloom

there is never solitude

on the ways i walk alone
crossing over fear and
loss and
magnitudes of hope

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Rooted

the mortal soil of years

bears on your feet and burns

skins of solitude-carved
omen left by air hounds

who have never rested here

or there
you do not belong

to sky-bending shapeshifters
dark-light spreading

traces of
sun-colored seconds
blending

mind’s eye

crosses millennia
shorter than
your finite time

that you exist

remains a conundrum beyond

the motion blur of thoughts

shifts my sight
takes me away
and beholds

verity underneath
the mortal soil of years

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This Is Where I Come To Dream

was there and saw

faces with open mouths
only to exhale fugacity
with silent voices

eternal births and deaths

floated up and down
the trees in light and fog
like replicated ghosts

vanish and return until

they come to terms
with being here and
being not what i am

alive

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Missing

the illusion of colors is timeless

a mindwalking camouflage
like dusk removers pushing their dawn
into a shamelessly void sky
laughing at infinite indigo

the emptiness of transient places

is fading your aura
into my unichrome daydreams
healing memory fractures
only to stand an infinite solitude

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Lunar Goodbye

yesterday at day’s break

you roped up time warps
with my night words

knots of our conjoint spacetime

wavered
between your hands
the new day resonated

my dream trails and hopes

of years to come
died in rhythms of silence

the light pool of new moon

froze
shadows of seconds
between our open mouths

suspended words mirrored

the finiteness of the unspoken

in our eyes

keeps you and me

from senescent sound marks
in the memory of betrayed

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 Jonahh Oestreich
I met you someplace else
THIRTEEN POETIC NOTES

© 2010 Jonahh Oestreich. All Rights Reserved.

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