The Tunnel

What are the tunnels?
Tunnels are passages, usually underground
That enable the transposition under the mountains
Linking different places and shortening distances

They can also be used
In amazing underwater paths
For road and rail use
And transportation of various materials

Some are formed with tremendous dexterity
By the action of mother nature herself
Others used exclusively for extraction
In huge mining galleries

What about the quantum physics theory
About shortcuts through space-time
Forming holes, tubes or universal doors
Able to cross cracks and dimensional passages?

"Tunnels ..."

The boy returns home in his car
After a hard day's work
The highway expanding through the hills
The night unfolding slowly on the horizon

In his radio plays a song
"The Tunnel" is his name
A song without lyrics
A poetry without words
Intelligent, environmental, synthetic
Deep, emotional, atmospheric
About the essence of the immaterial soul
The inexplicable universal paradox

A six minute song
That that night was thirty minutes long
Thirty hours, thirty days, thirty months or thirty seconds
Depending on the broader viewpoint
Of the immeasurable quantum time

The hypnosis of sound
The trance of the rhythm
The eyes dilate themselves
The sigh of relief
The joyful emotion
The ecstasy and pleasure
The heartbeat

The powerful music able to calm down the spirit and change the perception of reality itself

The car moves down the road
The boy is distracted by the music
When looking at the mirror he finds himself alone
The other cars had disappeared in the darkness

His hands are steady at the wheel
He keeps his breath slow
Highway bands pass quickly under the vehicle
And then also disappear from the ground

The stars shine bright in the sky
On that curious summer night
But then they also go out
And disappear without explanation

The headlights of the vehicle illuminate the asphalt passing by
And they give him a weird sense of movement
But suddenly the headlights go out
And his vehicle goes free through the dark

The panel illuminates bright in front of him
Showing the hands and numbers on the rise
Then the panel goes out
And dark goes his car without him paying attention

And his beautiful and modest car
The physical particle in action
Composed of rubber, plastic and steel
Disappears as if it was made of soap bubbles

His hands hold firmly at the wheel
The boy drives without any hesitation
But the circular rim of the object disappears
Amazingly leaving his hands empty

Music
The narcotic made of sound, the other exit
Able to make life less painful
A sound that propagates for a brief moment
Within a given period of time

The sensory stimulator
The dimensional door

Still sitting on the seat of his car
The eye blinking is too fast
The music comes to an end
And he wakes up from his transcendental trance

He gets up from the seat of his vehicle
The seat had also disappeared
The boy looks around but there is only darkness
Nothing could be seen in that vast expanse

The boy was stuck in the Tunnel