The moonglow overhead,
Skies of summer serenity
Shining—
The darkness pining—
Imagination immaculate,
A conception never meant
To be concealed.
The cosmos revealed
Beneath an obsidian ocean
Speckled with paritous pearls—
Sparkling sky shrapnel
Forever embedded in eternity’s face.
Will the Creator forgive
The free f
a
l
l
To fragmentation?
Will we be
Forgiven for
Forgetting to fight
Against fomenting fears?
Glowing,
The moon’s
Maniacal
Mysterium ministers
To the midnight menagerie
Moongazing for monster eyes.
Egos trip best at night,
Serpent souls slithering in sight—
Taking to flight—
No records to right
No records to right
As they skip beneath
Needles of plight.
There’s nothing more tragic
Than the trance of static.
Stasis will replace us.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Paritous” is a coined term derived from parity (equality/equivalence), used here to suggest celestial symmetry—stars as balancing forces embedded in darkness.
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A deeply intellectual dive into the cosmos of space and mind. Loved your continued use of format to enhance the feel of the poem. Some big words for a big universe and images as alliteration hypnotizes the reader. The las lines define the poem for me. The use of static is a vision of what remains not causation or even correlation but chaos and accompanying stasis. Very cerebral and chillingly nihilistic
In the hush of moonlit stillness, the cosmos reveals both beauty and unease—shimmering with wonder, yet pierced by the ache of fragmentation. Beneath the glow, fears ferment, egos unravel, and darkness whispers through the cracks of night. The tragedy lies not in chaos, but in the trance of unchanging stasis. gripping stuff.
La dee, what on earth is this seeming half incantation?! "...if I say, surely the darkness will cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from Thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to Thee." (Psalm 139: 11-12) Read the whole little chapter...I can't rightly say, but "...there is forgiveness with Thee that Thou mightest be feared" This is a fascinating, intriguing little number. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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