Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Away on a retreat and will have limited access to the internet. In the meantime, check out my work here or on tristanrobertlange.com. Would you like a copy of my latest album, Dark Alchemy? DM me and I will be glad to share a free copy with you as long as codes last.
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Away on a retreat and will have limited access to the internet. In the meantime, check out my work here or on tristanrobertlange.com. Would you like a copy of my latest album, Dark Alchemy? DM me and I will be glad to share a free copy with you as long as codes last.
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The room is white like bone,
An inverted calvaria of space
Filled with emptiness erratic.
Alone here, unclear, I sit.
The ceramic walls glow ghostly
In ghastly onyx hues,
The black pitch luminance
Clouds my eyes insight like ash.
“Where am I?” a voice asks—
It’s my voice, disembodied—
Infiltrating my ears from within
My own cranial construct.
Silence.
The silence is deafening
As my own thoughts and fears
Echo within this chamber of bone.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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A most interesting inside view. Meditation from the inside out. Lovely
Thank you! I I am glad it resonated!
Good write T.
Thank you so much! I am glad you liked it!
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