Intimate Strangers, Mandela Effects, and Rotary Looking Glasses
I felt the give
as you disengaged
and disembarked. . .
In an instant,
your gaze became absolutely foreign
as you drifted off into the cold silence,
without a wave, a sign-off,
or even a glimpse of emotion. . .
just a very brief eternity
in which you faded. . . . gained distance. . and lost all communication.
I swallowed a rock and it sank to the deepest pit of my stomach.
This is life. This is real. No rewinds, mulligans, or respawns.
The damned arrow proceeds. . . and pierces. . .
merely strings of decisions and their consequences that stabilize or shatter your continuum.
Once Entangled particles now incommunicado
save that odd feeling in your gut. . .
Now just apparitions adjacent to each other. . .
Ghosts that move and hug and dance and smile. . .
Ghosts that lay with you. . . and whisper in your ear. . .
Ghosts that hold your hand and glow.
It's the moment in life when you become your superimposed self
in an instant. . . without negotiation.
You went for a coffee break, came back,
and found Schrondinger's Cat dead. . .
A tethered perspective that is vital to your reality has shifted. . .
and your groovy wave-function has collapsed; particles dispersed. . .
Without foreseeing the schism in reality. . .
Without feeling the violent jerking of your existential railroad switch. . .
your world is now inverse. . . you are now the shadow on the ground. . .
you are now
the isomer
the anti-thesis
the supersymmetrical
the sinister of dexter;
shocked when you see
your strobing reflection
as the looking glass
spins against an infinite friction.
Re: Intimate Strangers, Mandela Effects, and Rotary Looking Glasses
Thanks Gonz, it is scattered and reaching and perforated.
The Intermittent Connection
of Quantumly Superpositioned
Dots and Line.
The discontinuous clapping of two randomly present hands.
A shaman swinging at a drum that disappears and reappears in accordance with some mysterious universal law. The beat that is borne is supernatural, extraordinary, and whimsical.
It's a choppy morse code beaming to unknown entities who are gently and intently holding a transmitter to their open ear.