The Abyss Pig (Das Schwein der Tiefe)

Excerpt:
I am made of ink that learned to breathe underwater.

H2: Descent into Blue

Light sank.
Sound followed.
I stayed.
Now I hum in wavelengths instead of words.
Every brushstroke is a current,
every line a ripple of thought.
Ich bin Schwein im Ozean der Ahnung.

H3: Snout as Sonar

Two circles, two questions:
Who listens when everything echoes?
My breath bounces off memory —
a sonar made of maybe.
I locate feelings by frequency,
mapping silence in spiral form.

H2: Dialogue mit der Dunkelheit

Darkness: You shimmer.
Pig: I leak illumination.
Darkness: That’s inefficient.
Pig: That’s art.
And so the water claps — softly, politely.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Deep Glow

I am both surface and secret.
Part ghost, part geography.
My colours whisper in lowercase blue.
Dada says: don’t explain.
I say: precisely.
For the truest light only happens when it drowns.