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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