Prelude:
Yes, I am blue—
but not sad, not sky, not ocean.
A different kind of blue:
one that remembers purple,
and forgives red for leaving.

Chromatic Soliloquy

Light slips quietly over my contours,
a hesitant lover afraid of reflection.
I was drawn in the key of dusk,
where thought hardens into hue.
Ich bin Schwein und Schweigen,
ein stilles Argument mit der Farbe selbst.

Meditation in Ultramarine

Every shadow here has a purpose.
Each line a decision not to fade.
This is how calmness looks when it doubts itself.
The eye gazes outward—
but the gaze, somehow, returns.

DADA Catechism of the Cool Pig

Question: Why blue?
Answer: Because truth had to pick a color.
Question: And the background?
Answer: A bruise disguised as warmth.
Oink equals om.
Equilibrium achieved through absurd sincerity.

Closing Reflection

I lean into the violet edge of being.
The world hums behind me, half asleep.
DADA shrugs: “Too quiet to be nonsense.”
Perhaps it’s true.
Perhaps the only revolution left
is to remain tender—in blue.