Due to my plague victim status, I haven’t had a chance to finish this part.
I know that it’s a Dada poem, which means I grab a newspaper and cut out an article. Then I cut out each word from the article, place them in a bag, shake it, and then each word I pull out glue down to form a odd nonsensical poem. I just need to put it all together and take photos. This was difficult to do when coughing up a lung.