When the moment comes,
everything is played in slow motion:
illuminating of the "walk" sign,
passengers lift their first foot to step out of the sidewalk.
As the moment continues,
blood flow takes a pause,
feeling the uneven surface of the armchair,
fuzzy texture of the blanket;
a plastic decoration in a Sushi place looks
like an African fish with eye infection.
Slightly passes the climax,
the red stain at the bottom of a glass triggers
my urge
to venerate
my urge
to sift open the gate and release my red army
the trace of them marching through is still visible,
but the gate has been sealed for a long time.
The dusk of the moment,
any given element has lost their charm,
the fish decoration in the restaurant
has only big lips and eyes.
I hit the "replay" on the video I was staring at,
still dwelling on my red army,
waiting for the next moment to begin.
