Armchairs, sofas and all those pickled creatures,

waiting to be discovered, just laying till the clock

ticks. To do something may enhance the features

might expose the crack in the façade. The fissures

in the armor, the burnt flesh, not healed, not

taken care of. Just a fight, a different kind of violence

that acts in silence, performs in stealth. Just

covering what needs to be freed. You don’t desire

to hold on tighter, you need to let it go. Actually

move on. And keep living with the words written

in new stones, the incised wood with the form of

a new weapon, strong, pointy, fierce. Rehearse

with it, do not forget. They train every day, they run

faster than you. And when the revolution will come:

Will it find you strong?