Quantum Tunneling

 For what her soul

had given me

was a window 

through time,

connecting the bodies

that were separated

by randomness

in a sort of 

quantum tunneling

after having 

depleted

the black holes

from which 

we were all

trapped in a

loveless nightmare

through none other than

redefinitive conversations

that led to

an unraveling

of the lost parts

of our long 

ago forgotten

souls.

I still remember

waking up 

to my favorite

deceased

artist's 

concert

articulated by 

none other than

my own body

feeling every note,

every lyric,

while being treated

like a celebrity would

You see,

whilst he was away

on his independent

eyes wide open

eye wander

in the deep dark woods

of his soul

doing exceptional preparation

for the incredible 

time he had promised

to gift her,

she too,

received a puzzling

dose of reality

after having received

a perfectly delivered

punch-line

that made her come alive

in a way

she'd never expected

after her life

had had an ongoing

history of mediocre

interaction.

She looked at me

as if I was a very 

noble prince

of some far-off

princedome

that just

happened to be

stuck here

in this long-forgotten

ancient city

of the past 

after having received

a history-changing 

vacation of truth

that came in the form

of an isolation channel

in an endless tide

of war-ready-idiots.

You see,

I could see

she was a very 

sensitive

being 

that had been 

exposed to 

too many 

substituted 

episodes of

the 4th wall

having been broken

and never reassembled.

She had this quality

that made her

more receptive

to moving forward

without

an inordinate amount

of reverence

towards the superficiality

of status

of others

which led to

a sort of 

ego-feed

of constant arguments

over who is 

more qualified

to live forward

in their little

parallel universe

that all but 

resembled 

reality

because all

that was left

of other

dimensions

of the magical

realm

were merely

small isolated

channels

of the internet.