Prelude:
Graphite spirals like thought after coffee.
I am mostly roundness pretending to understand gravity.
Somewhere between snout and sculpture,
logic collapses into form.

I. The Geometry of Appetite

Circles, circles, always circles—
as if perfection were edible.
They pile up politely,
an architecture of maybe.
The pig watches,
half guardian, half gourmand.
Ich bin Schwein und Gleichgewicht,
ein Träumer aus Kurven und Kohle.

II. The Theology of Overabundance

Too much is the beginning of meaning.
Each sphere hums softly—
a universe rehearsing itself in miniature.
Desire ascends, cautious but curious.
At the top: nothing but air
and the echo of intention.

III. Dialogue of Snout and Structure

Pig: Why so many circles?
Tower: Why only one snout?
Pig: I breathe.
Tower: I balance.
They nod,
two philosophers smudged by the same hand.

IV. DADA’s Quiet Applause

DADA walks in, counts nothing,
labels every curve “perhaps.”
It replaces symmetry with sincerity.
The tower leans. The pig blinks.
Art exhales.
Everything stays exactly as strange as it should.