Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Hey friends, just a quick heads-up—I’m traveling with family the next several days and won’t be on consistently. I’ll check in when I can, but responses may be delayed. Appreciate the patience and support. I’ll be back soon. In the meantime:
Read 🤓 Write ✍️ Rock! 🤘🎸
—Tristan 🌑🖋️🧠🛤️
Hey friends, just a quick heads-up—I’m traveling with family the next several days and won’t be on consistently. I’ll check in when I can, but responses may be delayed. Appreciate the patience and support. I’ll be back soon. In the meantime:
Read 🤓 Write ✍️ Rock! 🤘🎸
—Tristan 🌑🖋️🧠🛤️
There is no sky,
It cannot
F
a
l
l
.
There’s gasses
Swirling above,
There’s fire beneath,
Rock below.
Ultimately, though,
There’s us;
There’s the void.
Night is the truth.
The daylight lies.
Sunset is the end.
Delusion destruction.
The moon: a mirror.
Our lunar souls
Peer into the void,
Staring into the cosmos,
Delving deeper outward
Into our own
In n e r S p a c e.
Are we equipped to travel?
Are we prepared
To explore the dark unknown,
To go where no one has gone before,
A place only we,
alone,
can explore?
The void calls with a grin
As black as gold.
A cancer that consumes the content.
Wake up!
The only way to the truth
Is through the void.
Light culls us,
It lulls us,
It dulls us,
In the void.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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A haunting, thought-provoking poem that explores truth, illusion, and the vastness of both outer and inner space. I especially love the line break in 'There is no sky, it cannot fall'—it feels like the very concept of sky is collapsing letter by letter. Well done!
Thank you so much, dearest Salvia. Glad the line breaks were effective. I am glad the poem delivered on all those accounts. 🌌🧠🌑✨🙏
A wonderful and deeply philosophical poem that asks us to look deep into ourselves. That void like a black hole that even light can not escape. I loved the lettering format that demonstrates the words being said. It is the meaning that captured me and gets a fave
And thank you for that fave, Soren. Much appreciated. Glad that the poem and it's philosophical weight, mirrored by the lettering, delivered. It makes my day, as I was having this reflection last night while watching the sun set and looking up higher to see the moon. It's amazing how much we can gather just by simple observation. Anyway, thank you my dear friend. 🌌🧠🌑✨🙏
I thought it most interesting that as far back as the Egyptians Isis the moon goddess that represented life through motherhood, power was known to be the reflection of Ra the sun god representing power and life.
Indeed, at least as far back as the Egyptians. I find that fascinating too. Love studying ancient history and their religions and cultures. Thank you so much for sharing, my friend!
I thought this might be titled 'Us and Popeye'. lol. Good write Obi T.
Indeed, it should have been. Now THAT would have been a poem! 🤣 Thank you again, Wan Kenobi O. 🌌🧠🌑✨🙏
When I was a child I was convinced the sky would fall down.
There is no sky,
It cannot
F
a
l
l
Wonderful poetry 🌹
Indeed. It sure sometime seems as if it could. Than you so much, Teddy. Much appreciated, my friend. 🌌🧠🌑✨🙏
To me a strong sense of asking us to look deep inside us to the darkness we all hold and have , where even some of us live. Some wonderful lines and a engrossing read
Indeed. That is what it is doing. Thank you, my friend. Truly glad it delivered and that you were engrossed in it. Much appreciated. Have an awesome day! 🌌🧠🌑✨🙏
You are very welcome
Great paint of a mind in freefall. Steady though - too much of that....But I believe there's enough energy there to allow you to maintain a steady orbit.
Cheers, Tristan.
Steady...indeed! I concur! Thank you my friend, it's been fun orbiting around! Your time and insights are much appreciated! 🌌🧠🌑✨🙏
Always a worthwhile challenge to respond to your pieces, Tristan.
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