When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Then you are!

23:59 — February 18 2030   

Here I am   
Then        you are   

So innocent     you     I?   

I remember holding this same letter   
                           (a weird object)   
                      questioning its authenticity   

Here I am     writing it now   
                      feeling stuck in an anticausal reality
                       — your possible future

Should I tell you about the sky of your tomorrow?
Shall you be protected from tears to come?
                           (Will the joy still follow?)

Here I am     thinking of me     thinking of you
with the power to change it all        to open the alternative path
                                                                (to write a Pandora letter)   

Though    I can             I won’t

                                                   (I wonder how it started to exist in the first place)
                                                           (Was it when I read it first      as you are reading it then?)
                                                            (Or when I wrote it     as I am writing it now?)
                                                             (Was I joking when I first wrote     I remember holding this same letter)

I want you to read the words in my memory  

About today    
  The moon still shines at night
  You are happy
  The path is worth walking      once more  & again
           I would not exchange any tear
                    a single laugh
                    or a casual jump

Here’s your homework
  Can you walk the same path and be as happy as I am?
  If so   burn this letter the night I burnt it     so I can get to write it today

Here’s a clue
  If your future can be the same as mine
  you walked to the balcony and looked at the stars
  right after reading my question about tomorrow’s sky

Here’s the catch
  Can you memorize these words?
  Do you think I did?

Thinking of me     thinking of you
                                                   I


_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-II-MMXV

Written for Poetics @dVerse.
Have you ever imagined receiving a letter or poem from your future self?



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Grabbed by the roller coaster

How do you price a roller coaster ride?
By its spontaneity or by its resistance?

There was music before the free ride into memories
into confusion
speed and doubt
There was a smile too      perhaps

How do you price a smile?
By its size, duration or its inherent pain?

There is a floor somewhere underneath her feet
She can’t reach it
Gravity does not work
The floor keeps moving    a w  a   y

How do you price the expression of true feelings?
By its absence or by its presence?

There are gentle words
made of struggle and broken dreams
There are soft sentences
composed of reality fragments

How do you price a tear?
By its smoothness or by its beauty?

There is a smile that was a tear
or a forced smile and two tears
pain  and  beauty
absence or speed


_____Adriana Citlali
IX-IV-MMXIV