By Jonel Abellanosa

Darkness rims my room. 

I press eyelids close, 

pressure on eyeballs. 

Pendant of light 


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 


returned from the future

I follow the hours in the room

called living – 

enriched with reality and dream.

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