Kein Pigture, aber ein Feuerrest auf grünem Grund.
Orange fliegt, türkis hält den Atem an.

Prologue

Wind murmurs in molten tones.
The sky forgets its altitude.
I am half-wing, half-memory.

Body I
Rule one: Gravity is a rumor started by the cautious.
Rule two: Color burns where thought hesitates.
Rule three: Wings are verbs that refuse conjugation.
Ich falle hinauf, downward in gold.
Air becomes honey, then hesitation, then hymn.
The ocean below hums in teal disbelief.

Body II
Voice: Why so bright, Ikarine?
Answer: Because forgetting is the only flight left.
Pig (off-canvas): I watch the ash invent new feathers.

DADA Break
flüg-flüg — brûle-bru
sky tastes like lemon static

Closing
The horizon folds into itself.
Only oinkless silence remains, circling the sun.