Excerpt:
I have seen too much sunshine to believe in innocence.

H2: Pig Contemplating Sky

My thoughts are beige and slightly crooked.
The world smells of pencil shavings and metaphors.
Blue hums behind me — a flat infinity.
I am the midpoint between cloud and curiosity.
Ich denke, also schnauze ich.

H3: Snout Meditation No. 3

Inhale: Oink.
Exhale: Ohne Grund.
Between these two syllables lives the mystery of being.
My nostrils are twin telescopes,
looking inward, searching for the origin of mud.
Sometimes they find only laughter.

H2: Pig, Painter, Philosopher

The painter thought he was drawing me.
But secretly, I was drawing him —
one uncertain line at a time.
I lent him my stillness;
he lent me his chaos.
Now we both exist on paper,
equally unfinished, equally amused.

H3: Abschlusoink – Small Silence at the End

Don’t call me cute,
call me continuum.
I am the color between brown and question mark.
When you walk away,
I’ll still be here —
thinking the thought you almost had.