Tristan Robert Lange

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....for arqios. a poetic response to his poem, “Cartography of Echoes” (published December 30, 2025) on MyPoeticSide.

light

marks a point

in space, a focal point,
an orb called star—

memory—
no THING more.

seen—
not there—
within a constellation
of focal

points

each burning
with their own brilliance,
generating light
until the memory
is all that seemingly

remains.

the keen eye
zeroes in on the
liminal space between
the remaining lights—

a new focal point—
conscientia e absentia.

the

light

not a storm,
but a supernova—
the catastrophic
coll-
ap-
se
of a core—
a strong center
corroded into

nothing more.

still,
i implore,
to see the miracle
that what takes shape
happens in the void,
we often fail to see
let alone

explore.

perception
sees what’s brightest,
the largest implosion,
which glares out the truth
it has yet to

reach.

the supernova sprays—
not as event horizon—
neutron star seeds,
fertilizing the
negative
space.

as the
eye pulls
away and

focuses outward

at the surrounding stars,
it becomes clear they—

ever birthing and dying—

create a changing
constellation,

a collection,

a body of
work.

pull
the eye’s focus
further outward in scope
and behold—

as fair and true,

another constellation,
another collection,
another body
of brilliant
stars,

some still shining,
others merely memory
of what

was.

each orb,
each spark of flame,
each sacred solar strobe
a wonderful witness
that echos,

like lyra’s song—
which still remains
regardless of
cygnus’ lofty lift—
we are not

alone.

Tittu