Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
💀🐦⬛Not really absent, but not fully present due to an insane schedule. Will be back in full measure shortly my dear poets and friends. S💀🐦⬛
💀🐦⬛Not really absent, but not fully present due to an insane schedule. Will be back in full measure shortly my dear poets and friends. S💀🐦⬛
You gaze blankly
Into the black abyss—
The spherical vortex pit—
Of my eternal loneliness.
You linger there
In my black hole tar trap,
As if to expect
Blackness
To shimmer into shades
Of violet, fuchsia,
And neon green.
But, here’s the thing
Friend—
Some friendly guidance
From a fellow space traveler—
If you pull your gaze back
Just a little
You will notice
A sea of the deepest blue.
Take the scope out further?
What do you
What do you
See?
White glassy terrain
With crimson
Riverbeds
Winding wearily over
My eye.
You think you know
What you see—
Can that be
When you fail
To see
That the soul-sucking
Darkness—
The vengeful void—
Though a part,
Is not
Me.
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I was 'The Birdman' until I flew into a black hole! lol.
Lol! 😂 I’d imagine you wouldn’t much of anything afterward! 😂 Thank you for reading and engaging! Much appreciated!!! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
This was a great approach to get a bigger picture as the distance is increased and what was at first seen as something different now becomes clear as something else.Ingenious
Thank you! I had that singular image in mind and thought it would be interesting to focus in on one part, and then “pan out” so to speak, to reveal the bigger picture, which is ironic because the poem starts off as if you have that cosmically big picture in view. Anyway, I am glad that the poem delivered and for your time and feedback, Soren! Much appreciated! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
It's an interesting point, I have often wondered how many smaller worlds and universes lie beneath in the speck of dust a molecule, atom, or subatomic particle. So paning in or out is almost the same thing
Indeed. It is fascinating to think in such ways, and really adds to the mystery of existence. It reminds me of the VNV Nation lyric from their song, Genesis, "Even lands we once called home lie undiscovered and unknown...". Indeed, there is so much in what we think we know, entire worlds...universes...that we have yet to even scratch the surface of. Fascinating!
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