Tristan Robert Lange

To the Ones Who Go

Serenity sings

As I float inward

To the far reaches of

Outer space

Surrounding a singularity

That had a pernicious pull.

Still existing—

Voids seldom vanish—

Gravity’s gargantuan grab

Is gone.

Glide—

I glide with glee.

Glory is given

To the ones who go.

Forth from fear

Venture boldly those who,

Without a pandering pause,

Seek veritas ex intus.

The scale of certainty—

Certainly outweighed—

Tips in favor of choreography

Created by crawfish

Reeling under rocks.

It seems—

Hiding not an option—

Playing the game

Consumes the ghosts.

I am no haunt.

I am a guide

Given the retroactive roadmap

To gnothi—

Not gnostic—

But general gnosis given

To all

With an open eye.

Clarity is certainty’s demise.

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