Prologue

Electro-drizzle begins; hum—pssst—hum.
A horizontal wind arranges faces into vowels.
Tonight the canvas votes in color, not in words.

Body I
New law #1: Cyan is gravity; everything falls into clarity.
New law #2: Magenta stores memory; saturation = yesterday².
New law #3: Black ovals are noun-swallowers; speak verbs or be unspoken.
I test the rules by leaning left; the turquoise spine carries me right—
rechts, links, encore—diagonals become ferries for feelings.
Figures debate without mouths; decisions echo as gradients.
If you listen, the pinks say “perhaps,” the blues say “prove it.”

Body II
Picture: “Who chairs this parliament?”
I: “Die Kante zwischen zwei Farben.”
Picture: “And when the edge softens?”
I: “Then meaning hums and we all pass the motion of maybe.”

DADA Break
gliss—gloss—gli—oss
oui/ja/yes/noise

Closing
The rules dissolve into a friendly static.
Tomorrow, we reassemble the spine and vote again.