Tristan Robert Lange

Death is Our Speed

Pattern, pattern,

How we love a pattern,

We could wrap it all up

And ship it to Saturn.

Build, colonize—

Further our agony—

Call it our survival

And spread our tyranny.

But why in space

Must we henceforth deface

Another floating rock

We’ll begin to erase?

Death is our speed

We are tripping on greed.

We ban reason and truth,

While toking those we bleed.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 13, 2026.

Tittu