(DADA Meditation in Light and Snout)

Prologue:
I am mostly prism now.
Color fell onto me like memory—
soft, accidental, sincere.
The world refracts; I reflect.
My snout hums in ultraviolet.

Chromatic Consciousness

Red speaks first (of courage).
Blue interrupts (with melancholy).
Yellow laughs — too bright to apologize.
Ich bin Schwein und Lichtbruch,
eine Welle zwischen Gefühl und Farbe.

Every hue here knows something about time:
how it lingers,
how it fades,
how it always finds a way back to the paper.

Dialogue of the Spectrum

Violet: I am the thinker.
Orange: I am the pulse.
Pig: I am the pause between you.
And in that pause,
a quiet miracle happens —
pigment remembering warmth.

The DADA Sermon on Radiance

Art says: “This makes no sense.”
Light says: “Exactly.”
Existence does not require logic;
only reflection,
and a good surface to shimmer on.

Final Whisper

If you stare long enough,
you’ll see me disappear into brightness.
Not gone—
just absorbed.
DADA calls it nonsense.
I call it:
becoming weather.