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#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 textile screams in rhythmic,… read more – weiterlesen Die Elemente des Retro / The Elements of Retro

#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 colors caught. The clock is ticking backwards into sand, In… read more – weiterlesen Der Dialog im Wartezimmer / The Dialogue in the Waiting Room

#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 sky is needed for this rooted grace,… read more – weiterlesen Das bodenständige Muster / The Down-to-Earth Pattern

#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 orange fire, A… read more – weiterlesen Super Trouper Nova / Super Trouper Nova

#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 start to blink. It is the corpse… read more – weiterlesen Die Geschichte des Abendrots / The History of the Afterglow

#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. It is a ladder built of painted… read more – weiterlesen Titel: Vom Aufgang der Sonne… / From the Rising of the Sun…

#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 breathes a suffocating grace, A velvet prison for the human face…. read more – weiterlesen Das Muster von Ypsilon / The Pattern of Ypsilon

#DaDa #BlackLattice #ColorPrison #AbstractAgony #GeometricGhost Gedicht / Poem A prison built of ink and neon light, Where scarlet squares are screaming in the night. The horizontal truth is sliced in two, By vertical commands of cobalt blue. Each intersection is a silent sneeze, Of colors trapped in cold geometries. The black line is the master of the void, While every sense of depth is being destroyed. It is a cage for ghosts who like to… read more – weiterlesen Das Gitter der verlorenen Logik / The Grid of Lost Logic

#DaDa #PixelParty #ColorClutter #FragmentedFace #ConfettiChaos Gedicht / Poem The head is a bucket of shattered stained glass, Watching the parades of the centuries pass. A thousand small squares in a riotous line, Drowning the ego in turpentine wine. No bones and no blood, just a geometry soup, Jumping through every metaphysical hoop. The outline is thick like a mourning-band frame, For a man who has clearly forgotten his name. A storm of confetti frozen in… read more – weiterlesen Das Konfetti Portrait / The Confetti Portrait

#DaDa #LabyrinthineLogic #NeonNirvana #FractalFragment #SenseSubtracted Gedicht / Poem A tangle of vines in a garden of neon, Where purple and pink have a violent affair, No meaning to lean on, for eon on eon, Just static and scribbles and thinning out air. The grid is a ghost with a shaky foundation, Each line is a question that refuses to close, A jagged, electric, and rhythmic sensation, That nobody understands, nobody knows. It makes as much… read more – weiterlesen Macht dieses Muster Sinn? / Does this Pattern Make Sense?