By Jonel Abellanosa
Darkness rims my room.
I press eyelids close,
pressure on eyeballs.
Pendant of light
flashes.
Delight, my face numb.
I think of electromagnetism.
I think of pulse, vibrations,
sound frequencies. Ear
to please the heart.
Light rings,
orb of black, hollow,
rimmed. Luminescent band
pulls me through it
into the other side,
sunspots in my eyes
later,
returned from the future
I follow the hours in the room
called living –
enriched with reality and dream.
Nebulous 