(Ein DADA Poem in Bleistiftatem und Farbhauch)

Prelude:
Soft, so soft —
I am mostly air remembering color.
A whisper drawn too close to warmth.
My snout is a question mark,
still looking for its sentence.

The Light Between Lines

Yellow hums like late morning.
Red drifts by, unbothered.
Purple sighs — as always, philosophically.
Ich bin Schwein und Erinnerung,
ein Nebel aus Haut und Hoffnung.

Every curve here is hesitation made visible,
every highlight a rumor of gentleness.

DADA Reflection

Art says: be bold.
I say: be barely there.
Graphite is truth in lowercase.
Even my shadows are polite.
This is not expression —
it’s quiet persistence,
wrapped in breath.

Dialogue of Color and Calm

Yellow: I glow.
Grey: I endure.
Pig: I reconcile you both with tenderness.
The paper nods —
already half in love with impermanence.

Final Whisper (or the Theology of Fading)

To vanish beautifully —
that’s the dream.
To leave just enough hue
for someone to notice the silence.
DADA smiles,
drops the pencil,
and lets the air finish the line.