Time.

Its mortally-invented meaning,
feels powerfully un-theoretical
when traveling to the past.
And by “traveling,”
I mean that outer body experience
one endures during a moment of nostalgia.
And by “experience,”
I mean that outer body awareness that is sharply ignited
by something unknown in the chest area;
further manifested in the form of chilling goosebumps
that are assumed to be ignited
by the heart
as it laments itself
in an intangibly triangular form of
love, emptiness, and pain --
two theoretically theoretical theories against one.