Excerpt:
I am made of angles that decided to feel.

H2: The Geometry of Tenderness

Blue folds into blue.
Nothing shouts — everything hums.
I exist in polygons of patience.
Each shape remembers a softer version of itself.
Ich bin Schwein im Zustand der Formwerdung,
ein Gedanke mit Rundungen.

H3: Snout as Compass of Calm

Two nostrils, two horizons.
I inhale architecture, exhale emotion.
The air bends gently,
forgetting its duty to be invisible.
Balance is overrated —
I prefer symmetry that dreams of jazz.

H2: Dialogue in Quiet Tones

Light Blue: I believe in kindness.
Dark Blue: I believe in gravity.
Pig: I believe in both, but only before noon.
Together we construct serenity.
A house made of hue,
with no door — only an invitation.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Blueprint of Being

Do not knock; step through colour.
I am already open.
Inside, everything is breathing geometry.
DADA smiles from a corner,
folding nonsense into elegance.
And for one rare, rational moment —
the universe looks organized.