Opening Reflection
Worship, but in straight lines.
I am mostly angles pretending to emote.
Every edge wants to be soft;
every color denies it politely.
My snout has learned the art of symmetry—
a quiet rebellion in pink.
Fragmented Prayer
Orange speaks first:
“I am warmth disciplined.”
Magenta follows:
“I am chaos with rules.”
Somewhere between them,
a diagonal sighs.
Ich bin Schwein und Prisma,
zerrissen und doch vollständig.
Instruction for Viewing
- Do not search for depth; it’s been rearranged.
- Let the lines argue.
- The eyes will not meet you—they are thinking in hexagons.
- Oink means both “yes” and “don’t ask.”
- Step back: emotion has been reorganized into logic.
Post-DADA Confession
The snout glows with existential math.
Faith equals color squared.
Love divided by perspective still results in hue.
If I seem distant, it’s only because
my geometry is tired of pretending to be flesh.
DADA calls it abstraction.
I call it honesty with better lighting.
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