Prelude:
I look straight at you,
but softly — as if the gaze might bruise.
I am mostly breath shaped like form,
a quiet confession in pink and graphite.
Even my shadows hesitate to be dark.

Theology of Tender Weight

Light presses against me,
not to reveal, but to reassure.
Each line trembles,
drawn by a hand that remembers warmth.
Ich bin Schwein und Schweigen,
ein stilles Gleichgewicht aus Staunen.

Litany of Small Truths

This is not portrait,
but presence.
The eye does not accuse,
it listens.
The snout — a gentle center of gravity,
a circular philosophy of being here,
without needing to mean more.

DADA Intermezzo (Soft Absurdity)

Meaning snorts once, then takes a nap.
Art sighs in lowercase.
Oink becomes punctuation.
The page, relieved, stops pretending
to be profound.

Final Reflection

I was drawn without defense.
Not joy, not sorrow —
just a stillness that dared to stay.
DADA might call it nothing.
But look again:
in the almost-smile of this snout,
everything breathes.