Excerpt:
Between shadow and schnitzel, I inhale the concept of pink.

H2: The Mist of Meaning

I appear only when the light forgets itself.
My form? A rumor.
My color? A question.
Brown hums, grey listens,
and somewhere a line decides to wobble.
Ich bin Schwein und Stimmung,
the echo of a crayon having second thoughts.

H3: Snout Monologue

“Dear Universe,” I oink softly,
“why so serious?”
Silence answers with graphite.
Every stroke is a heartbeat;
every smudge, a confession.
I have no outline — I’m improvising existence.
Pink is my camouflage for melancholy.

H2: DADA Prayer of the Half-Visible

Let us praise the uncertain:
the trembling line,
the almost-ear,
the maybe-eye.
For in the blur hides truth,
and truth smells faintly of hay.
Oink unser, der du bist im Zwischenraum,
geheiligt sei dein Schatten.

H3: Epilogue aus der Schnauze

If you think you’ve seen me,
you’re mistaken —
I only exist in the act of looking.
When you blink,
I rearrange myself.
That’s art, darling:
being half here, half hilarious.