Prologue
I open my mouth and a spiral answers.
Color becomes tongue,
line becomes echo.

Body I
Pink insists on volume.
Black conducts the melody—
each curve a bar of silence between breaths.
My nostrils are twin speakers of improbable truth.
One hums low: remember.
The other cries high: reinvent.
Between them, air flickers into rhythm.

Body II
I am sound trapped in pigment,
a vowel painted mid-flight.
The corners of my eyes rehearse applause.
Every reflection sings back a fraction of me.
If you listen close, you’ll hear the paper resonate,
its fibers learning how to dance.
My laugh leaves fingerprints of light.

DADA-Break
O I N K
oiNk—oi—nk—ONK!
ink ink ink oink

Closing
I stay open so tomorrow can finish the note.
The universe hums in magenta tongues,
and I—
I am its first returning echo.