Excerpt:
My snout caught the lightning. My thoughts never recovered.

H2: The Birth of a Spectrum

Pink crashes into orange,
black sighs into blue.
The air forgets which way meaning was supposed to go.
I appear — slightly tilted,
half doodle, half revelation.
Ich bin Schwein in Stromform,
eine Spannung aus Gefühl und Linie.

H3: Snout as Flashpoint

Each breath clicks like a camera shutter.
Light bends over my nose,
trying to photograph confusion.
The result: oink with exposure problems.
Every highlight is an accident,
every shadow an afterthought.
Still — I glow in approximate understanding.

H2: Dialogue Between Colour and Chaos

Pink: I feel optimistic.
Orange: I feel inevitable.
Black: I’m here for balance.
Blue: I forgot the script.
Together they hum a soft electric hymn —
“Long live the unfinished!”

H3: Abschlussoink – The Chromatic Epiphany

I look at you through voltage and wonder.
You look back, and reality pixelates slightly.
We both flicker,
deliriously aware that sense is overrated.
Dada nods from the background,
sipping light like coffee.
And the world, for one bright instant,
is almost illuminated.