The Planet

Tristan Robert Lange


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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
One can't make this world,
This cold, calculating orb,
This sphere of rock and dust,
Turn kinder than it does.
 
The calculus minds are blind
To the fate of silent sufferers,
Pantomime performers
Of whom no one takes note.
 
Left in an icy chest of apathy
Are they who rely on heroes
On this desolate space rock;
The planet is completely uncaring.
 
Specks in a sea of particles,
We float on in dissolution
Over the hellish reality
In which we ourselves are mired.
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  • sorenbarrett

    Beautifully stated that nature has no sense of fairness or justice it has its own rules. Brilliant!!

  • Tony36

    Beautiful write

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Thank you so much, as always, for reading and commenting. Your support means a lot!

      • Tony36

        You're welcome

      • Doggerel Dave

        Message received. Can you get home? Clearly we won't be returning.



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