Tristan Robert Lange
you know what to paint it
the canvas
blank—
gesso gestation—
awaiting the birth
of first color.
i swipe.
the stroke streaks black.
black?
i swoosh down,
brush stroke success—
but for the
black.
i swish and swash,
swipe and swoop
with every color I can scoop—
an event on the horizon—
blistering and burnt
bubbling within—
the festering foundation
swallows us all in
black.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 12, 2025.
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