Excerpt:
Worship me sideways, for I am mostly geometry.

The Chromatic Prayer

Orange hums like an argument between sunset and marmalade.
Red folds into itself, dreaming of bacon metaphors it refuses to confess.
My lines are not borders but invitations —
to wander, to wobble, to wonder.
Ich bin Schwein und Schichtung,
die Prophetin der Schwebe zwischen Farbe und Form.

Litany of Colour and Confusion

I inhale triangles, exhale circles.
Every curve a sermon, every shadow a sigh.
Abstraction is simply honesty in disguise.
Faith tastes faintly of crayon.
My gospel is glazed and slightly smudged —
oink is the only syllable left untouched by irony.

Dialogue Between Orange and Red

Orange: I am warmth pretending to be wisdom.
Red: I am hunger pretending to be heart.
Pig: I am the confession you both avoid —
yet you live on my cheek.
Together we hum the hymn of hue and happenstance.

Abschlussoink – The Pig as Pantheon

Behold the saint of saturation,
the oracle of ovals and outlines.
I bless your palette with porcine persistence.
Look again — your reflection blinks in my nostril.
DADA calls it devotion.
I call it simply being here,
radiant, round, ridiculous.