Der Komet tritt in die Farbatmosphäre ein / The Comet Enters the Color Atmosphere
#DaDa #CosmicCollision #TechnicolorTerror #AstralAbstration #SpectrumStrike Gedicht / Poem A ball of ice in a coat of chrome and fire, Scorching the grid of the celestial choir. It drags a tail of violet, bruised and deep, Through silent halls where weary rainbows sleep. Oh, jagged traveler from the ink-stained height, Distorting every prism with thy light! The atmosphere is but a cage of stained-glass blue, That cracks asunder as the stone breaks through. No orbit holds this frantic, burning debris, In the vacuum of the mind, the void is free. Ein Ball aus Eis im Mantel brennend’ Chrom,
Der Komet tritt in die Farbatmosphäre ein / The Comet Enters the Color Atmosphere
#DaDa #CosmicCollision #TechnicolorTerror #AstralAbstration #SpectrumStrike Gedicht / Poem A ball of ice in a coat of chrome and fire, Scorching the grid of the celestial choir. It drags a tail of violet, bruised and…
