Prelude:
At last, the field.
I am mostly landscape pretending to have legs.
The grass hums beneath my weight,
and the air forgives me for existing.

I. Chromatic Peace

Green stretches like a long exhale.
Blue leans down to kiss my back.
The sun forgets to be symbolic.
Ich bin Schwein und Gelände,
ein rosiger Gedanke auf weichem Grund.

II. The Theology of Enough

No revolution, no revelation —
only this: a moment between mud and mercy.
Hunger sleeps.
Meaning grazes nearby, unafraid.
The world finally stops performing.

III. Dialogue in the Meadow

Grass: You’ve come home again.
Pig: I never left.
Sky: You always do.
Pig: Maybe, but I return in every color.
DADA rolls by on a cloud,
laughing like a farmer without a farm.

IV. Final Benediction (Oink Pastoral)

Art doesn’t need to shout here.
It hums like sunlight translated into pigment.
The snout lowers — gratitude disguised as curiosity.
Even absurdity seems gentle now.
The field answers,
softly and without grammar:
oink.