The Standing Blur (DADA Psalm 44)

Teaser
neon hush hush — magenta hums in lowercase,
and the figure forgets its own direction.
light is not light here; it’s a slow vowel escaping.

Body I
there is no floor, only gradient.
there is no body, only overlap.
i am the echo of cyan touching violet —
the geometry of hesitation, dressed in warmth.

Body II
i stand,
but the stand dissolves;
shadow has opinions about me.
it calls me “outline of maybe.”

DADA Break
blu-blu-bleu-blew —
a wing made of rectangles,
a pulse made of forgetting.

Closing
the world redraws itself around the pause.
what stands, stutters.
what stutters, begins again —
dada amen.


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