Tristan Robert Lange

inversion immersion

drops of dust

drip up my eyes

in streaks of rust

to pallid green skies,

beneath the lord of flies—

survival swine, anti trust,

a whiff of a whopper of lies,

told as truth, it implies—

no matter the disgust—

endless degrees...

...of unwise.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 11, 2026.

Tittu