Excerpt:
I am not seen. I am sensed.

H2: Scene 1 – Der Nebel atmet zurück

Everything is soft.
The pink forgets to end.
Shadow becomes memory,
memory becomes warmth.
Ich bin Schwein aus Atem gemacht,
ein Gedanke, der sich nicht beeilt.

The world outside holds its breath,
just to listen to mine.

H3: Scene 2 – The Snout of Stillness

No outline, no argument.
Only the slow pulse of existence.
The nose is a question mark,
the eyes — two commas, pausing eternity.
Every shade is a heartbeat in disguise.
The body dissolves into atmosphere,
but the soul smells faintly of laughter.

H2: Scene 3 – Dialogue mit dem Atem

Air: Do you remember movement?
Pig: Only when it visits.
Air: Shall I stay?
Pig: You already are.

Together they hum the oldest sound in the universe —
not oink, but being.

H3: Abschlussoink – Nachklang im Rosa

When you look too long, I disappear.
When you close your eyes, I return.
That’s my trick, my truth, my tenderness.
DADA sighs,
drops its hat,
and finally admits:
even nonsense breathes.