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,
I lost the communal
to human encroachments – concrete
as the hard place under my feet.
The dreamscape is where I rediscover