If the time reflects on us
such a terrible burden,
we pretend that it is
only one way out but
it is simply not true.
Not allowed to assume the world on the move,
not allowed the reality of an argument
we might have had with Nietzsche before bedtime.
Now, when a revolution is almost unavoidable,
the children endure for us
the refusal to kneel down
in a confession which faces a wall, not a god.
Illustration Nick Victor