Sitting in a bar was something he was used to. Recounting stories as well. Tonight was no different. Other than the young man who was usually very active in conversation fell silent. Sat and watched as one woman turned into another and a new conversation was born. Perhaps he didn't like the first subject matter, or maybe it was because he had other things on his mind, or maybe a sense of de je vois he come over him. One year ago he had graced that bar with his presence and told the stories and laughed and drank. A cold chill came over him as he had relized what the future was to tell him. Almost like a reverse of de je vois. Now almost a year to the date came the felling of the past vision acting out. A story was told of a line and stepping out of it. It was nothing out of the ordinary except it had everything to do with the Now. His eyes opened to the micro-world around him for a moment. He began to see the rhythems of the lives around him. He saw impurities and justices and perfections. He could not talk because his mind was so preoccupide with seeing the rhythem and hearing the colors, and tasting the visuals of the life forces beside him. His senses had merged or shifted or gone out of wack. He knew that this is one of the moments he was looking for. I could be the late nights, loud room and dim lighting, but he was sure that this moment he had removed himself and sat himself in a corner to comand a sentence that would flow into a paragraph of writing. He listened to the dialogue of the people beside him, but focused more on the kinesthetic motions of the bodies around him. What were they saying. I am amazed by subtext. The three beautiful men around him sat with many differnt words attached to their bodies. A dance was going around. The beautiful woman sat absorbing the three men and shifting from them to the man in the corner. She would become aware of his listening from time to time and clue into his minds conversation as if to say, "Hey join the living again and converse." She knew that he was deep in though about something, a play, a script, a boy, a life, something. She might know, and for a moment in time she saw through his minds eye a glimpse of what he was thinking. They had a conversation danced through their eyes. She would be leaving soon, and they had some things to talk about. This would come later her eyebrow said to his right cheek. Each person had at the table something to loose and gain. Two men kept to themselves with an ear to the two men who spoke. The woman sat and engaged in both conversations.
The man in the corner began to realize he had put himself in this situation. Coming to the bar he had wanted to talk, but his brain and body had other conversations to uphold.
Tonight the silence spoke. The body danced. And the eyes listened.
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