Excerpt:
I breathe in question marks and exhale geometry.

H2: The Architecture of Oink

Behold — I am built from ellipses.
My nose is a double doorway to eternity.
Behind it: air, ink, und ein bisschen Schweinerei.
The orange background burns like a sentence that forgot its verb.
Ich bin fast sakral,
a holy snout framed by mathematics.

H3: Pretzel of Perception

You see a pig.
I see ∞.
Between nostril and nostril — a wormhole of wonder.
My symmetry is suspicious:
too perfect to be polite.
I look calm,
but my ears are planning revolution.

H2: Dialog mit dem Hintergrund

Orange: I am energy!
Pig: I am patience.
Orange: I shout!
Pig: I echo softly.
Together we invent contrast —
the art of quiet shouting.

H3: The Snout as Oracle

Come closer.
My nose is not a nose;
it’s a question about circles.
Are you inside the loop,
or is the loop inside you?
Even I don’t know.
But when I breathe,
reality wobbles a little.