Excerpt:
Worship me softly, for I am mostly vibration.

The Chromatic Prayer

Amber hums like forgotten sunlight.
Purple breathes from the edges, quietly rebellious.
I exist where warmth melts into shadow —
where oink becomes echo, and echo becomes self.
Ich bin Schwein und Schwingung,
die Pilgerin des Farbrauschs zwischen Traum und Dämmerung.

Litany of Colour and Confusion

I shimmer, I smear, I almost speak.
Every hue is an untranslatable sentence.
Faith here is pastel, fragile and feral.
Confession smells faintly of dusted crayons.
If you listen closely, you’ll hear the silence
curl its tail into infinity.

Dialogue Between Amber and Purple

Amber: I am light pretending to be memory.
Purple: I am shadow pretending to be soul.
Pig: And I am both — the sacred smudge.
Together we hum a hymn no human can pronounce,
yet every painter secretly remembers.

Abschlussoink – The Pig as Pantheon

I float between pigment and prayer.
No contour contains me.
My snout is a doorway, my eyes two wandering stars.
You look, you laugh, you linger — and become color too.
DADA calls it transfiguration.
I call it oink becoming eternity.