Tristan Robert Lange

holy nothing

the

void

cannot

s t r e t c h

beyond itself

and all within

cannot escape the singularity

infinite density becomes the final destination

for a soul birthed into an abortive world wild with acrimony

darkness

l a s t i n g d a r k n e s s

is the only light

the

only

life

sustained by false hope

that it won’t actually come

but it does

it always does

and there is nothing that can be done

to stop its approach

in a world of determined decay

death will have its way

outside of that

there seems

nothing