Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read š, Write āļø, Rise š , Realize š¤Æ.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read š, Write āļø, Rise š , Realize š¤Æ.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
The muse has appeared
In the fibers of the mind
Fragmented like parchment
Aged in long-forgotten jars.
Beckoning, it calls;
The androgynous voice
Confuses the senses
And ravages the mind.
What horror awaits you
Who are entitled like nobles
Awaiting their serf-driven demise.
Death is only the beginning.
Cocks and hens have mingled,
Roosting their little chicks
Who have just begun to hatch;
With each birth, death becomes you.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Iād be interested in your interpretation as to what this means.
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