Excerpt:
Between soot and silence I keep on breathing colour.

H2: Birth from Ash

Black curls inward, pink exhales.
I am the last warm thought of a burnt idea.
Each line remembers heat; each shade forgets restraint.
Ich bin Schwein im Zustand der Glut —
half sigh, half survival.

H3: Snout as Furnace

Inside me: echo, ember, oink.
Outside: night sharpening its pencil.
The air tastes of graphite and nostalgia.
I do not shine; I smoulder.
Light is only a rumour I repeat.

H2: Conversation with Smoke

Smoke: You’re fading.
Pig: I prefer verbs like “linger.”
Smoke: What will remain?
Pig: The smell of having tried.

H3: Abschlussoink – Quiet Fire

I am not ending, only cooling into meaning.
Dada would call it accident,
but you and I know it’s choreography.
The world darkens,
and still my breath draws circles of heat.