(Ein DADA in Schwarzgelb und Schweigen)

Prelude:
I am mostly half-light,
a thought between yellow and violet.
The air smells of pencil dust and dusk.
Everything here whispers —
even the color.

Lyrik des Übergangs

The pink remembers morning,
the black rehearses night.
Somewhere in between,
I stay—
soft as hesitation.
Ich bin Schwein und Schatten,
ein Gedanke, der sich nicht entscheiden will.

Philosophy of Pigment and Breath

See how the snout reflects both hunger and halo.
Even darkness has texture.
Graphite doesn’t shout; it murmurs meaning.
DADA listens politely,
then winks: so viel Ernst für ein Schwein.

Chromatic Confession

Yellow says: I forgive you.
Purple says: For what?
Pig says: For being visible at all.
And they all nod,
because forgiveness looks best in warm tones.

Final Oink (Or the Art of Staying Dim)

Not every light wants to shine.
Some just wish to glow quietly
on the edge of sense and smudge.
I do not perform brightness—
I practice it,
slowly,
with a pencil.