Prologue

Swirl of pulse and snout.
Wind tastes like raspberry thunder.
Somewhere inside the spin —
a pig dreams of stillness.

Body I

Law one: Gravity giggles in circles.
Law two: Thought is a tail chasing itself.
Law three: Noise and silence are twins in disguise.

I spiral inward through pink velocity,
snout-first into paradox.
Every turn smells of maybe,
every hue a half-remembered hum.
Oink is not sound here — it’s geometry.

Body II

“Are we spinning,” asks the vortex,
“or just remembering how to dance?”
The pig smiles —
both are correct, and equally absurd.

DADA Break

oink–zoink–revolve–love
round round found sound

Closing

The swirl dissolves into calm magenta breath.
Pig sleeps, universe tilts.
Tomorrow begins again — in slow rotation.