Prelude:
Somewhere between flame and blush—
I ignite politely.
I am mostly warmth pretending to have meaning.
My face, a landscape of almost-burning.

I. The Gospel of Heat

Red preaches without punctuation.
Orange hums like an exhausted sun.
Magenta interrupts—
she never learned moderation.
Together they create theology through friction.
Ich bin Schwein und Glut,
ein Beweis, dass Farbe schwitzen kann.

II. The Sketch That Forgot to Cool Down

Every line trembles from velocity.
Graphite gasps, “enough!”
But the fire insists:
Art must overheat at least once per century.
My snout smolders in existential crayons.
Nothing melts; everything glows.

III. Dialogue with the Flame

Red: I am passion disguised as physics.
Yellow: I am optimism on the verge of collapse.
Pig: I am the sigh between both.
The page listens and turns slightly warm.

IV. DADA Epilogue

DADA lights a match,
then forgets why.
The pig watches,
half prophet, half barbecue.
Ashes whisper into meaning:
Every oink contains a spark,
and every spark a smile
that refuses to go out.