Tristan Robert Lange
the penumbral revelation
the void
is expansive beyond all comprehension
the abyssal umbral reign of Erebus
obscures all senses
after all
what’s to taste
what’s to smell
what’s to touch
what’s to hear
what’s to see
nay what exists in the Stygian void
a long thin ethereal crack bursts
radiant rays reverse the void’s tenebrous touch
its hold hampered by hallelujahs
breaking through silence
it
re-
verb-
er-
ates
as the l i g h t e x p a n d s
it becomes clear
the void is but shadow
beneath which life still exists in slumber
like seedlings buried deep beneath volcanic ash
the sprout shoots
push upward and emerge
bright green on porous ashen gray
the light now an orb
a window to blinding brilliance
painfully pleasant and alluring to behold
there is a season for everything
says the ancient philosopher king
a time to laugh a time to cry
a time to live and a time to die
here and now it is time to rise
and here’s the real surprise
when one steps into the light
they will see that the truth
was there with them
intact and intent
unhindered by the shadow
unhampered by the snake delivering death’s blow
and it is then one will learn
that beyond what we think we know
perfection wasn’t ever required
just openness to grow and stay inspired
to let love transform and spiral lives into orbit
around the light’s blinding sphere
and though it feels like fire
friend
have no fear
death is a liar
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