Tristan Robert Lange

cost of tomorrow

not yesterday—

not even a

moment ago—

now.

not tomorrow—

not even

seconds ahead—

right now.

all that is—

not what wasn’t

nor what won’t be—

all that appears is

now

a scrolling marquee—

in place—

appearing in motion.

illusion—

not delusion—

drapes over

the picture window

like gentle fleece,

lulling us to forget

now

and wish away

a today

for tomorrow.

such sorrow

to lose what one has

for that which one cannot

borrow.

© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 10, 2026.

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