Hard and Tenderly

They called me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep inside
 The souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, when
 My vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down the
 Street-followed by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gasses
 To the brown and nearly worn out air. But they had that certain presence
 Like the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing,
 Loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode about the streets that
 Other creatures left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, with the
 Feeling of a pulsing drum that pounded underneath my skin. A tingling in
 My tangled brain was screaming that this was insane, but it also told me,
 "Touch it," too.
 "Stand aside," I told the masses, and with that I made my passage frome
 Lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like they always
 Knew they'd meet me somewhere walking up and down the road. I knew I must
 Appear as someone far beyond the common come-on, so I could not say my nae
 Was Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who wants to come and who expects to help
 And guide your efforts to succeed." They laughed a little bit at me, and
 Then said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and hugged me somehow hard and tenderly.
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