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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.…

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Titel: Hört Ihr mir eigentlich zu? / Are you even listening to me?

#DaDa #ColorDeafness #VibrantVoid #StainedShouting #StaticSilence Gedicht / Poem A face of…

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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 colors bleed until the frame is gone, A midnight sun heralds a plastic dawn. Der Sarg ist eine Wiege, glasgefroren, Wo Blütenblätter grell in Purpur schrein,

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…

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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,…

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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,

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…

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