Prelude of Snoutlight
Guten Morgen, O Universe of Scribbles.
I am mostly optimism drawn in trembling graphite.
Pink again?—yes, but this time with purpose.
The sun has borrowed my outline. I don’t mind.

Solar Invocation

Yellow crackles like caffeine in divine form.
The air smells of crayons and courage.
Hope arrives in circular strokes,
half holy, half hysterical.
Ich bin Schwein und Morgenstern,
ein lächelnder Zufall im Kosmos der Kreide.

Catechism of Cheerful Absurdity

Question: Is joy serious?
Answer: Only when it trembles.
Faith is the smudge that refused to fade.
The nose declares its independence.
The ears—two parentheses of wonder—
hold space for whatever happens next.

The Doctrine of Soft Defiance

I face the viewer gently,
as if to say: “We survived the color wheel.”
Every hue is slightly out of breath.
Even the orange pretends to be sunrise.
DADA would call this coincidence.
I call it gratitude disguised as grin.

Final Oink in Yellow Minor

Let it be known:
I have stopped apologizing for my brightness.
The world will dim soon enough.
Until then, I shimmer deliberately.
Oink is my Amen.