Prelude:
Graphite trembles into anatomy.
I am mostly mouth and motive,
half syllable, half sigh.
Speech begins here—
in the soft geometry of almost.

I. The Philosophy of the Snout

Form is accident, repeated with feeling.
Every curve suggests a vowel,
every shade a hesitation.
I open my mouth not to say—
but to ask permission for sound.
Ich bin Schwein und Versuch,
ein Echo mit Hoffnungston.

II. The Syntax of Smudge

Pencil marks think faster than meaning.
They argue in whispers,
cross out, return, insist.
Expression collapses,
reborn as empathy in graphite dust.
Language is a gesture, not a system—
and I’m gesturing wildly.

III. Dialogue in the Mouth of the World

Word: I am ready.
Voice: You never were.
Pig: I oink therefore I try.
The page nods,
a silent translator of impossible ambition.

IV. DADA Epilogue

DADA listens,
not for logic, but for rhythm.
It claps once,
erases twice,
and leaves the rest to interpretation.
The pig exhales,
and in that breath,
grammar becomes grace.