who is the man that’s going to save you?
he’s not the one in the mirror
that has yet to acknowledge the person
in front of him.
he’s not the one who gets angry
at all the little things, swears at
drawer before him and frets
over the stupid things.
he seems to be someone from the
future, someone who will always be
out of reach, ahead of the game
and without you.
To cast him into the now
needs you to be him now
to make it work for his arrival
you become the arrival for you.
he’s the one who’s already read that book.
he’s the one who’s already made that short.
he’s the one looking back on what he wrote
as you, the one writing currently
lament your future’s past in the future.
Apocrypha Now 