a revolution.
A sanctuary of late-night deviations from the otherwise – your own kind of Wise;
A backyard full of weeds like overgrown grass – overgrown bugs to pick at;
A book full of randomness you call thoughts – one and another out of a bottle full of saga seeds
Of colour and of shape of your miniature myraid of life of your body
Of dilemmas like whether the world was a better place after the Cold War ended;
…This is a revolution?