Four folds in the sky: A poem 

There is a scorpion in the sky 

It is shining all the time 

You think it’s glory, but it is gory 

And your illusion is your worry 

There is a crab on reflected light 

It is dark, but it seems white 

And it shines all through the night 

You’d rather have it out of sight 

The ringed one with the many moons 

It is no humour for the wisest fools 

And they never teach you in the schools 

that it may be cold, but is not too cool 

There is the dark one, you can’t see 

They think it’s heaven, but not for you and me 

It is all just an endless frozen sea 

It dares to imprison us, all of us monkeys