Die Elemente des Retro / The Elements of Retro
#DaDa #DishclothDelirium #SixtiesStatic #KitchenChaos #Schweinwelten Ü2: Gedicht / Poem A grid of stains from a forgotten meal, Where 1960 died upon the loom, The geometric patterns start to peel, Within the vapors of the dining room. Teal squares of logic, orange bits of dread, To wipe the spills of progress from the floor, While ghosts of housewives bake a stone for bread, And nail their memories to the pantry door. The…
Der Dialog im Wartezimmer / The Dialogue in the Waiting Room
#DaDa #SilentScream #BeigeBoredom #WaitingForNothing #Schweinwelten Ü2: Gedicht / Poem Two husks of spirits in a muted hall, Where beige-toned echoes slowly drift and die, They lean against the cold, indifferent wall, Beneath a ceiling made of frozen sky. No words exchange across the static space, Just overlapping fragments of a thought, A jagged line to define a faceless face, In nets of dull and dusty…
Das bodenständige Muster / The Down-to-Earth Pattern
#DaDa #EarthboundChaos #GeometricFever #StructuralDoubt #Schweinwelten Ü2: Poem A heavy anchor made of shattered glass, Resting where the weary shadows play, Beneath the feet of those who dare to pass, Through corridors of fractured, neon day. It claims the floor with tectonic intent, A mosaic of a world that lost its breath, Where every line is curved and strangely bent, To celebrate the dance of life and death. No…
Super Trouper Nova / Super Trouper Nova
#DaDa #GalacticGlitch #NeonNirvana #StrobeSurrealism #Schweinwelten Ü2: Gedicht / Poem A fractured star within a velvet frame, Exploding in a grid of jagged light, It has no source, it has no holy name, Just shards of pink to pierce the static night. The Super Trouper beams a broken ray, Across the geometric, red abyss, Where yesterday is crushed by every day, In one loud, chromatic, solar hiss. The nova screams in squares of…
Die Geschichte des Abendrots / The History of the Afterglow
#DaDa #SunsetSlices #HorizontalDelusion #MagentaMadness #Schweinwelten Ü2: Gedicht / Poem A ledger of the sky in bleeding ink, Where every hour is flattened to a cord, The sun has vanished past the final brink, To leave us with this vibrantly striped board. No clouds may interrupt this rigid rest, Just rows of purple, red, and tired pink, A baroque archive of the burning west, That makes the weary observer…
Titel: Vom Aufgang der Sonne… / From the Rising of the Sun…
#DaDa #HorizontalHysteria #SolarStatic #LinearLust #Schweinwelten Ü2: Gedicht / Poem The horizon split in thirty-seven parts, Each a layer of a synthetic dawn, To satisfy the hunger of hollow hearts, Before the morning light is fully drawn. A stack of colored ribbons, tight and dry, Where no bird flies and no cloud dares to weep, To measure out the distance of the sky, While all the weary mathematicians sleep.…
Das Muster von Ypsilon / The Pattern of Ypsilon
#DaDa #Ypsilonism #StripeDelirium #VisualStatic #Schweinwelten Ü2: Gedicht / Poem The vertical parade of neon ghosts, A rigid fence of melting candy canes, Where Ypsilon reflects its hollow boasts, In rhythmic rows of multicolored veins. No center holds this geometry of pride, Just overlapping shards of plastic light, A baroque structure where the shadows hide, To scream against the logic of the white. The pattern…
Lebenslinien Teil Y / Lifelines Part Y
#DadaLines #ChromaticCurve #Schweinwelten #AbstractAnatomy #LinearLust Gedicht / Poem A river flows in stripes of liquid light, To map the veins of an invisible king, Beneath the skin of a perpetual night, Where silent bells and neon shadows ring. Oh, curving ghost of every breath we take, A velvet rope to which the lost ones cling, Before the morning causes lines to break. Ein Strom fließt hell in Streifen aus Kristall, Er kartet…
Die Tür fällt aus dem Rahmen / The Door Falls Out of the Frame
#DadaExit #FramelessFate #Schweinwelten #AbstractAperture #GeometricGravity Gedicht / Poem A portal built of striped and silent wood, Collapsing where the threshold used to lean, No hinge remains where once the timber stood, Within this warped and colorful machine. Oh, rectangular ghost of every way, To step through light and shadow, blue and green, Into the void where frames have gone astray. Ein Portal…
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,…
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