Etheric Plane

By Jonel Abellanosa

In my mind’s deep space. 

Blood is the song’s vessel. 

Aware, I let light lead across 

my circulatory system – a tree

to songbirds. Weightless, I draw

the sky, echo my will, 

moon I still don’t see 


Lift in my ribcage, love. 

I rise higher than crowns, horizon

showing the line. Stars pinpoint 

my name. Ready for lightning, 

pulse of the quantum field,

my body 

humming, echoing. 

I lost the communal 

to human encroachments – concrete

as the hard place under my feet. 

The dreamscape is where I rediscover

my self

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