Prelude:
Look closer—
I am mostly tenderness disguised as shadow.
The world reflects in my left eye,
but only half wants to be seen.
Graphite breathes; pink remembers.

Ode to the Quiet Face

Soft pressure. Slow courage.
My outline isn’t drawn — it’s forgiven.
Each curve is an apology turned into grace.
Even the darkness has edges of empathy.
Ich bin Schwein und Zwischenraum,
ein Gedanke, der nicht ganz aufhören will.

Anatomy of a Pause

This isn’t sadness; it’s attention.
The nose is thinking.
The eyes, small planets of restraint.
In the background, color sighs itself awake.
Nothing performs. Everything listens.

Theology of Almost Joy

To exist this softly is a rebellion.
To look without demanding is art.
I do not need the sun —
the light here is internal,
shaped like patience.

Final DADA Benediction

DADA nods,
surprised by sincerity.
It was supposed to be absurd,
but the pig blinked once —
and suddenly,
we all believed in something again.