Das Muster, dem sie heute folgen / The Pattern They Follow Today
#DadaTreadmill #AbstractObedience #Schweinwelten #GridGallows #ChromaticMarch Gedicht / Poem A thousand soldiers made of ink and light, Marching toward a square that isn't there, They drown within the fabric of the night, And breathe the static of the neon air. Oh, rigid ghost of every planned routine, The pattern is a trap, a silent snare, Within the gears of this absurd machine. Zehntausend Krieger,…
