Tristan Robert Lange

Stasis Will Replace Us

The moonglow overhead,

Skies of summer serenity

Shining—

The darkness pining—

Imagination immaculate,

A conception never meant

To be concealed.

The cosmos revealed

Beneath an obsidian ocean

Speckled with paritous pearls—

Sparkling sky shrapnel

Forever embedded in eternity’s face.

Will the Creator forgive

The free f

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To fragmentation?

Will we be

Forgiven for

Forgetting to fight

Against fomenting fears?

Glowing,

The moon’s

Maniacal

Mysterium ministers

To the midnight menagerie

Moongazing for monster eyes.

Egos trip best at night,

Serpent souls slithering in sight—

Taking to flight—
No records to right

As they skip beneath

Needles of plight.

There’s nothing more tragic

Than the trance of static.

Stasis will replace us.

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