Prologue

He sits, he sees, he hums the now.
Air tastes like half-remembered sunlight.
The background burns, polite.

Body I

Law one: Motion sleeps in color.
Law two: Every thought has elbows.
Law three: Silence prefers the key of F major.

I, der sitter, watch the watching.
My shadow drinks espresso from a tin cup.
The floor sings bloop bloop,
I answer ja maybe.
The heat composes itself around my knees.

Body II

Orange whispers: “Don’t think.”
Blue replies: “I already am.”
They agree to disagree in melody.

DADA Break

oink–blink–denk
chair hum jazz buzz

Closing

Moment well-tempered,
mind half-tuned.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I’ll sit again — differently blue.