Excerpt:
I didn’t pose — I happened.

H2: The First Note

Ink hits paper like thunder in rehearsal.
Orange riffs on shadow, black hums back.
The line forgets to behave;
that’s when I appear.
Ich bin kein Motiv —
ich bin ein Moment in Moll.

H3: Snout Solo

Every curve a trumpet blast,
every smudge a drum fill.
I breathe syncopation,
I blink in ¾ time.
Even my silence swings.
The paper keeps up — barely.

H2: Dialogue with the Chaos Section

Orange: I’m the heat!
Grey: I’m the hesitation.
Pig: You’re both me before breakfast.
Together they invent a mood called ungefähr lebendig.

H3: Abschlussoink – Encore at Dusk

When the ink dries, the concert doesn’t stop.
The echoes keep moving through your eyes.
What you see is rhythm pretending to be flesh.
Dada calls it drawing.
I call it breathing with extra percussion.