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Austin Mosher Aug 2013
I can't see you through the haze,
I can't remember you through the vuja de.
I can't hear you through the silent crowds,
I can't feel you through the concrete clouds.
I can't remember pleasure through the pain,
I can't listen to your voice to keep me sane.
I can't.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
Sometimes it's the unusual, the coincidental,
       the mysterious, the yearning for the
                      Out-of-this-world

For example, curious reader,
Yesterday I was in a bar
Watching Iowa State play Michigan State
                       (basketball)
Drinking a root beer float and thinking
                about Elvis Presley
  (the recent Baz Luhrman movie rocks!)

Precisely as I began to think about Elvis
The camera scanned the basketball crowd
And stopped on a fan dressed as Elvis.

Inside me and Outside me coincided.

Or, once when I was in London
My wife was going after me verbally, relentlessly

Shortly thereafter, I walked out of our rented apartment very softly singing the lyrics
To London Calling by the Clash (what a song!l

         London Calling to the Underworld
Come out of the cupboard you boys and
                                 girls!

I was singing very softly. Nobody near.

But off in the distance a man was crossing the street. Pretty far away, but I could see him.

Possibly he was a street person or homeless.
Don't really know. But my recollection and perception is that he was a bit raggedly dressed.

       He stops in the middle of the street
                Looks at me and says:
  
                They're not coming.

           Then he walks on. Weird.

Did he read my lips? Maybe. Don't know.
            But I was fairly far away
                 and mostly mumbling.


Again, I'm walking down the street
Thinking of Martin Luther King Jr.
Martin Luther, Martin Marty, and my dead Uncle Marty (One man come he to justify.
One man to Overthrow.)

I am walking alone in the side of the road
As cars pass me by.

Just as I begin to to ponder these men
I look down to see a cardboard tag
That says Martin's lying on the ground
(I think it was for Doc Martin's, the shoes)

Once more, inside me and Outside me connect.

Dear curious reader,

     This kind of thing has been happening to me since 2015 or so. It's weird. I can't make it happen and I don't understand what or if it means.

    However, this is recurrent but rare.

Most of my life is boring, ordinary, nonmystical, vuja dey - the feeling that none of this has ever happened before.

           Coincidence and Mystery
           I asked and I received

I am bipolar, have been in hospitals, two nights in jail (domestic violence), have occasional psychosis, take Lithium and Risperidone and Hydroxozine, spent some time in monasteries (Buddhist and Catholic)

                Will I be believed?

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