Prologue
In the beginning there was outline,
and the outline said: stay bright inside the dark.
So I did—pinkly, stubbornly.

Body I
Black built walls around me—thick, clean, final.
I filled them with hums of bubblegum thunder.
Each curve remembers a hand that pressed too long,
each ear listens for its twin in another universe.
I am neither shadow nor light,
but the stubborn trace between them—
a refusal in fluorescent flesh.

Body II
You call me cartoon, I call myself frontier.
The border of pigment is a promise:
nothing outside can erase the hum within.
Look closer—my snout is an antenna,
tuning the dark to friendly static.
Even silence blushes here.

DADA-Break
oink — blink — ink — link
OINK! OINK! (ink-ink)
oi nk oi nk

Closing
I stay inside the black to make the pink believable.
Tomorrow, I’ll open a small square of night—
you’ll find me humming just beyond it,
waiting for the next color to dare.