Frau hinter Urne / Woman behind Urn
#DaDa #UrnUpdate #CrimsonCure #PotteryParanoia #VibrantVoid Gedicht / Poem A vessel of shadows in magenta and teal, Hiding the ashes of a forgotten meal. The lady in red stands stiff as a bone, In a kingdom of yellow, she lingers alone. Is it a head or a jar for the moon? Spilled on the floor of a neon saloon. The lid is a hat for a ghost without hair,
Titel: Hört Ihr mir eigentlich zu? / Are you even listening to me?
#DaDa #ColorDeafness #VibrantVoid #StainedShouting #StaticSilence Gedicht / Poem A face of primary screams, divided by ink, Standing on the very edge of a digital brink. One eye is yellow, the other is drowned in blue, Waiting for a syllable that might actually be true. The nose is a pillar of fire, the mouth is a line, Drunk on the silence of a fermented design. Your words are just pigeons with nowhere…
Jedem Ende wohnt ein Anfang inne / In Every End Dwells a Beginning
#DaDa #FinalGenesis #EternalEcho #VibrantVoid #AbstractAfterlife Gedicht / Poem The coffin is a cradle made of glass, Where petals scream in hues of neon red, While ghosts of melodies begin to pass, Above the silent banquet of the dead. A cross of turquoise floats in liquid air, To nail the sunset to a wooden floor, We find the start within the deep despair, And knock upon the never-opening door. The…
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…
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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