"vivaldis" poems
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
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
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.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC