Enter into the sky,
And look at the clouds.
Surf through the blue,
And dive through the white.
Then paint the hazy rainbows,
And create the trip of a lifetime.
All yellows, blues, reds, and purples.
Combined together to form white,
Which will fade to black.
Until all has ended,
The cycle will continue.
However, in the end,
A great fireball will wipe out the sky.
And anybody who enters it
Will be incinerated.
There will be no high,
And the trip will be over.
And all across the land,
There will be death.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1996.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 25, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: For Throwback Thursday. The Sky was written in 1996, when apocalyptic visions seemed to be a thing for me 😅 — a rainbow ride into light that goes quite unexpectedly. The centered text takes on the shape of a mushroom cloud, echoing the fireball in its lines.
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It's being so cheerful wot keeps you going😂
Got that kind of raw prophetic feel that I imagine could be found in the bible; but I don't know - they would have kept us away from passages like that at Sunday School (a little limited, but did try to be kind).
The effort you put into presentation, Tristan continues to call for a tribute - Here.
Thanks for the chance to read.
You got me grinning here, Dave. Sunday School left those parts out…but of course they did. 😏 This piece was me wrestling with those shadows back in ’96, still a teen, but no longer in Sunday School! 🤣 Always grateful for your read, my friend. 🧨🌈🔥🙏
Well now that took a turn from bright and sunny, colorful and light to darkness and destruction. Dark indeed this poem of light. Very nice Tristan
Spot on, Soren…the whole point was that sharp turn from color into fire. “Dark indeed this poem of light” is the perfect way to name it. Grateful for your words, my friend. 🧨🌈🔥🙏
Always my pleasure Tristan
Popeye's got his brolly in case the sky is, erm, 'rainy'. Why would it be rainy? Don't answer that! lol. He's sneaked in again. heehee
That Popeye! He’s as slippery as a…
Don’t finish that! 🤣
...snake? Oops, I finished that! But what sort of snake? Don't answer that! lol.
🐍 😱 LOL!
The “great fireball” feels like a metaphor for ultimate annihilation, whether that’s the sun’s eventual death, human-caused catastrophe, or simply the inevitability of mortality. The contrast between the euphoric “trip of a lifetime” and the stark finality of “there will be death” makes the piece powerful. It’s almost like a reminder that joy and doom are intertwined, and that cycles of creation and destruction are inseparable. What I especially like is how the poem moves from the personal (a trip through the sky) to the universal (the end of all things). It’s both intimate and cosmic.
Exactly, friend…you caught the whole arc. From that youthful trip through color into the fireball of annihilation, it was me trying to make sense of joy and doom locked together. Always grateful for your time and thoughts, my friend. 🧨🌈🔥🙏
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