Der farbenfrohe Spannungsbogen / The Colorful Arc of Tension
#DaDa #GeometricOink #AbstractAnarchy #GridOfGrit #SchweineWelten Gedicht / Poem A lattice of black ink defies the sky, Where segments of a sunset come to die. Is this the ribcage of a digital swine, Or just a curve where chaos and design entwine? The yellow burns, the crimson starts to leak, Across a landscape jagged, sharp, and bleak. No snout is visible within this net, Only the ghost of sausages we’ve…
Ist doch nur ein Muster / Just a Pattern, After All
#DaDa #GeometricOink #StainedGlassPig #AbstractAnarchy #ChaosGrid Gedicht / Poem A fractured prism where the snout should be, Green fields of logic torn by purple lines. A maze for pigs who never shall be free, Within this cage where vibrant madness shines. The colors scream in strict geometry, A stained-glass window for the swine's designs. Is this a map of pork-bound destiny? Or just a net where every thought…
Sag mir was Du siehst und ich sag Dir wer Du bist / Tell me what you see and I will tell you who you are
#DaDa #GeometricDelirium #PrismPrison #AbstractAnarchy #GridGrief Gedicht / Poem A thousand windowpanes in a leaden frame, Where scarlet ghosts dance without a name. The square is a circle in a fit of rage, Trapped like a dandy in a neon cage. Your retina bleeds in primary hues, While the void pays its overdue dues. If the rectangle breathes, do not run away, It is…
Lebenslinien vom 11.02.26 / Lifelines of Feb 11, 26
#DaDa #LinearLimbo #StrataOfExistence #VibrantVoid #AbstractAnarchy Gedicht / Poem The horizon is a stack of colored lies, Where gold-leaf veins dissect the azure deep, A parallel parade for weary eyes, While vertical ambitions fall asleep. Oh, silver thread that binds the neon dust, Why do you curve when logic bids you stay? In every stripe, a layer of our rust, Is polished by the tides of yesterday. The rhythm of…
Der Bausatz in Gedanken / The Assembly Kit of Thoughts
#DadaConstruct #AbstractAnarchy #Schweinwelten #LabyrinthOfLogic #ChromaticChaos Gedicht / Poem A architecture of the void, stacked high, Where neon bricks refuse the heavy ground, The square is round where logic goes to die, No mortar for the silence we have found. Oh, geometric ghost in velvet dress, Build me a ladder made of static sound, To climb the stairs of colorful distress. Ein Bauwerk aus dem Nichts, so…
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