Go Ahead, Come Back From The Dead

If you're ever in a doorway on a city street when it is nighttime and cool, and you open your eyes after keeping them shut a long while, and men carrying a Chinese dragon home from a parade shuffle by in loose formation, and you see the dragon's teeth and nostrils and all those ornate segments down to the tip of its tail one at a time, and something celebratory and post-celebratory falls on you and covers you and confuses you, and you close your eyes again after the procession has gone, losing every last atom of yourself, maybe time will stop for you, too.