Tristan Robert Lange

Non-Event Horizon

You gaze blankly

Into the black abyss—

The spherical vortex pit—

Of my eternal loneliness.

You linger there

In my black hole tar trap,

As if to expect

Blackness

To shimmer into shades

Of violet, fuchsia,

And neon green.

But, here’s the thing

Friend—

Some friendly guidance

From a fellow space traveler—

If you pull your gaze back

Just a little

You will notice

A sea of the deepest blue.

Take the scope out further?
What do you

See?

White glassy terrain

With crimson

Riverbeds

Winding wearily over

My eye.

You think you know

What you see—

Can that be

When you fail

To see

That the soul-sucking

Darkness—

The vengeful void—

Though a part,

Is not

Me.

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