Die Sanduhr löst sich in Farben auf / The Hourglass Dissolves into Colors
#DaDa #MeltingTime #ChromaticChaos #AbstractOink #StainedGlassSanity Gedicht / Poem Tick-tock, the porcine clock begins to weep, Where azure curves and violet circles play. No sand remains for tired eyes to keep, The glass has shattered in a bright display. A grid of black where liquid moments creep, To wash the rigid boundaries of the day. Is this a snout that through the cells does peep? Or…
Die erste Geige in magenta und blau / The First Violin in Magenta and Blue
#DaDa #MagentaMelancholy #VibratingVoid #NeonNihilism #ChromaticChaos Gedicht / Poem The bow is a bone of a forgotten saint, Scraping the velvet of a fuchsia sky, While the strings are nerves pulled tight with paint, In the resonance where the shadows lie. A wooden torso, a cage for the sound, Bleeding turquoise into the deep abyss, Where no symphonic order can be found, Only the electric sting…
Das einfältige Muster aus dem Musterbuch / The Simpleton’s Pattern from the Pattern Book
#DaDa #GeometricLabyrinth #ChromaticChaos #StainedGlassFever #PatternParalysis Gedicht / Poem The circle groans beneath a leaden weight, Where magenta spheres are sliced in two, A simpleton’s map of a crooked fate, Drenched in a broth of toxic hue. Oh, static wheel that refuses to turn, Within the cage of a jagged black line, The colors of madness begin to burn, Turning the water…
Das absurde Muster vom 10.02.26 / The Absurd Pattern of Feb 10, 26
#DaDa #GeometricDelirium #ChromaticChaos #StainedGlassAnarchy #PatternPanic Gedicht / Poem The grid bleeds in neon ecstasy, A fortress built of hollow squares, Where lime-green ghosts of geometry Dance upon the velvet stairs. Oh, rigid box of liquid light, Contain the void that screams in pink, Until the morning kills the night And forces all the gods to blink. The pixels rot in structured grace, A…
Lebenslinien / Lines of Life
#DaDa #ChromaticChaos #LinearLies #ExistentialStripes #VibrantVoid Gedicht / Poem A weave of colors, thin and wide, Where silk and static coincide. The rainbow fell into a shredder, To make the velvet void feel better. Each stripe a path that leads to nowhere, With neon dust and tangled hair. The horizontal truth is bending, In rhythmic waves of never-ending. A cage of light for souls of glass,
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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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