crafting an indentation
              into reality (a realitat):
                     your shadow,
             perhaps the thrice worth's
of hiroshima,
               but much milder
and secure, stated by a german,
grandpá kant, who suggested:
shadow... something cold...
      i guess that stresses the basis
   for true objectivity;
which is why people are so subjective
concerning the 3 vivaldis;
          spring, summer autumn...
and winter?
        oh, vivaldi ***** off by then...
             and the philosophers enter,
shadow, grey, objectivity;
all the other seasons, are reasons
                                 for subjectivity.

De forlader mig aldrig, trods modstand
En evig modstand, en evig påmindelse
En påmindelse om, at jeg eksisterer
Jeg bekæmper dem, jeg ønsker dem
For mindet om min eksistens  
Giver mig liv, holder mig i live
De er som Vivaldis symfonier
Vintermåneden
Dominerende, skiftende, fængende