In the liminal space between us,
There is a gulf that cannot be crossed—
Not because bridges haven’t been built,
But because they’ve been bombasted—
Oblivion exists within the oblivious.
What is lost in translation
Deeply, profoundly dismays me
For love
is
my
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. e r o c o r e .
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© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is meant to be read visually via the image; however, I have included the text for accessibility.
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Forsooth. Sayest thou so, mon? I call fie on that assertion though I do know thou thinkest thou hast love in thy endeavors. But contradict me. Fascinating and curiously rendered with interesting effects and an undefined, weighty poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
I caught your “fie on that assertion,” Missy…but inner truths aren’t assertions to me, they’re experiences. That’s the space I write from, or try to anywho. I am human, too. Now, there's the heart of the contradiction, no? We all human. 🤷♂️ Anyway, appreciate you reading with me, nonetheless, my friend. 🌌💔🪞🙏
Reading this in the image as opposed to the poem beneath I am left with the feeling that it deserves great reflection that symbolic meaning is deeply planted in the images as well as the letters and words. I feel that I may be missing a bit here in that erocore an organization does not fit, ero has diverse meanings none of which seem to fit as well unless you are Finnish where it means individuality or differ. and if it were eros well that would be different again but it is not. You have puzzled me my friend.
Soren, I love how you wrestled with erocore. You’re totally right…it’s not a dictionary word, and it wasn’t meant to be…I just love the possibilities that neologism stirs. 🤣 It isn’t eros or Finnish ero, though I like those echoes too. What I did was split core from its center…the “c”…so the word unfolds in all directions at once. A mirror-play, a riddle, with the heart at the center. You caught the puzzle, my friend, and that brightens my day even as it pours outside. Thanks so much. 🌌💔🪞🙏
Thanks Tristan I should have caught that with the image and reversed letters. You are most welcome
No worries. You pretty much did catch it and, honestly, the erocore is a neat benefit/side-track of the effect! So...actually, thank you!
Most welcome
And now I have made the image even less confusing for people, though erocore is still there. Thanks for the help in refining, my friend!
This one is a googly. However, I avoided being clean bowled by reading erocore as "cross"...😃. However, jokes apart, I sensed the poem to be an arresting portrayal of language to convey the deepest meanings. Perhaps, I was off the mark. A poem which makes one reflect... wonderful
Haha, my friend…love the cricket metaphor, and “cross” is a sharp way to read it. You weren’t off the mark at all—reflection was exactly the invitation. Grateful for your time, thoughts, and presence. 🌌💔🪞🙏
There ain't no mountain high enough to keep me from you, love is nothing without the drama and you got it going on here. Brilliant dearest Tristan. 🎻 ❤️
“There ain’t no mountain high enough…” — I love how you carried that spirit straight into this piece, dearest Teddy. You read it with heart and I feel it. Thank you, dear poet and friend. 🌹 🌌💔🪞🙏
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The poem collapses language into feeling.
Connection isn’t absent—it’s shattered.
Grief lives in the space where meaning fails.
Love, once central, now spirals—
fragmented, erotic, falling inward.
It doesn’t speak. It disintegrates
Beautifully said, my friend. Thank you for meeting the piece where it breaks...connection shattered, love collapsing into silence. That’s the pain at the core of this. Always grateful for your insightful and poetic eyes. 🌌💔🪞🙏
And even over the years that pang and ache is true when like moments arise.
For sure. it is true for sure! Thanks again, my friend!
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Dear, Tristan,
An Idiosyncratic observation of a poet escaping from the dismay of oblivion and the pretentious associations (bridges) lost in the translations of life by boring down into the core of his own love and therein the four poles of life: faith, hope, love, and charity as displayed in the poem’s finishing arrangement - (+)………..I think. A tough one, this.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Tony, I truly appreciate this. You always meet my work with depth, even when it’s a tough one. Your reflection on the cross...faith, hope, love, and charity...adds a layer I hadn’t thought of explicitly...but, spiritually, yes...absolutely. Spot on and I am thankful for your interpretation. A blessing indeed. 🌌💔🪞🙏
Honest question: what do you mean erocore? I read it as "oreo" first, but then looked it up and discovered a Taiwanese electronics company? T-T
Fair question...not a whole lot. If you look at the image (as it was meant to be read that way) you will notice that each "erocore" (veritcal and horizontal) make a cross. At the center of that cross is a c. If your read in each direction from the center it spells core on all sides. 🙂 I hope this helps! As for the Taiwanese company...how neat! LOL! Hopefully they don't sue for royalties! 🤣 Of course, I'm broke...so good luck to them on that! 😏🤣 Anywho...thank you my dear friend. I am thrilled you engaged with it so deeply and hope that my response helped to put the final puzzle piece in place. 🌌💔🪞🙏
Ohhh! That's really cool. Thanks for helping me understand that!
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