Prelude:
Between pink and shadow,
I dissolve politely.
I am mostly glow with a memory of darkness —
or darkness, remembering how to blush.

I. The Grammar of Contrast

Color argues with itself here.
Blue insists on depth;
Magenta interrupts with feeling.
Both are right,
both slightly ashamed of it.
Ich bin Schwein und Übergang,
ein Atemzug zwischen zwei Aggregatzuständen.

II. The Theology of Halfness

Half seen, half guessed.
Faith lives here—
in the trembling middle,
where certainty takes a nap.
Even the snout doubts its own geometry.
Light keeps forgetting which side it’s on.

III. Dialogue in Dusk and Crayon

Dark: I define.
Pink: I redeem.
Pig: I endure you both.
And so the portrait breathes —
not quite portrait,
not quite proof.

IV. DADA Epilogue

DADA walks in,
turns off the lamp,
and leaves a single match burning.
It doesn’t explain itself.
The pig nods, radiant and tired.
Even contradiction, tonight,
feels merciful.