Prologue
I am the hypothesis in living color,
a snout made of four questions.
The weather smells like graphite and theory.

Body I
Red says: simplify, but faster.
Yellow replies: define simplification first.
Blue listens, patient as a comma.
Green builds a frame for the argument,
then leaves it open on one side.
The air vibrates with academic sincerity —
even my pores debate phenomenology.
I oink in dialects of method and wonder.

Body II
The note beside me whispers:
Der Versuch, Komplexität zu reduzieren,
erzeugt neue Formen von Komplexität.
I nod—pig of recursion,
snout of paradox,
scribbled proof of the world thinking itself again.
Each shade is a syllable in that self-loop.

DADA-Break
kom-plex-oink-lex!
INK! INK! O I N K Δ-Δ-Δ!

Closing
I stay in flux between idea and hue.
Tomorrow, maybe the colors will switch roles—
and I’ll finally understand what the green was trying to say.