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just before the after

If we could fall into
The space between
Each irredeemable moment

We would stay watching
Like street dogs
Watching our history form
And pale
Annexed by the giant plasma
Of memory

If we could stand like that
On a hot summer night
Still like a dream
Under sickly streetlights
And watch the moment
the red traffic light
begins to turn to green
And freeze
Freeze blood pressures,
Itching accelerators,
Ripening mango stalls,
Melting ice-creams,
Pre-calculated dreams -

If we could fall into that space
Between red and green
And just watch