#DaDa #LehelLies #StainedGlassFace #VocalVoid #FragmentedIdentity Gedicht / Poem A jigsaw jaw of crimson paint, Part-time devil, full-time saint. The streets of Lehel groan and creak, To hear the fractured ego speak. One eye of yellow, one of night, To swallow all the morning light. His voice is made of lead and tin, Vibrating on a paper skin. A mask of patches, sewn with doubt,