Excerpt:
One eye open, one oink ahead of time.

H2: Snout of Tomorrow

I see you — but only in polygons.
Color folds itself like origami emotion.
Pink sharpens into prophecy.
Behind me: black, the color of pause.
Vor mir: die Möglichkeit einer neuen Farbe.

My skin hums in gradients,
my breath tastes like electricity.
I am the future rendered in felt-tip pen.

H3: The One-Eyed Oracle

Do not mistake my stare for symmetry.
I am the half that knows the whole.
My other eye is busy watching yesterday end.
I calculate destiny in circles and snorts.
The equation:
Oink + Neon = Enlightenment.

H2: Conversation with the Void

Void: You are too pink.
Pig: You are too nothing.
Void: That’s my job.
Pig: Mine too — but I do it prettier.

The darkness sighs and blushes.
Victory: Pig.

H3: Abschlussoink – Vision in Magenta

When night turns its head,
I’ll still be glowing,
half myth, half marker line.
I do not dream;
I project.
And somewhere, a human whispers:
„Das Schwein hat recht.“