The Wax Conspiracy

twenty odd years now waiting for the flash

I think I saw myself when I was walking today.

Not myself-myself but a myself that had come back from the future.

I saw him as I was walking to my brother's house.

I spotted him instantly, and I wasn't fooled for a second.

He wore the same patchy, unkempt beard that I had recently decided to grow.

He had the same stooped walk, with his eyes to the ground, afraid to look the world in the face.

He looked up as I got closer to him, and it was then that I was sure that he was I. I could see it in his eyes.

We had the same lonely, dissatisfied eyes.

I nodded to him as I walked past, and I said to him, "Don't forget me now." He nodded back but didn't say a word.

After a few steps I turned around to look at him. I could see him getting smaller and smaller, fading off into the distance.

I wanted to run back to him and ask him if he believed in god.

I didn't have the courage though. I think I was scared of his answer.

I let him go.

I didn't say a word about what I had seen to my brother when I finally reached his house.

questions or concerns?

Belvedere Jehosophat

Written on Friday, 20 May 2005

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