Innocence iced—
Hardly worth it.
Aborted.
Tot to tinker toy.
Eczema enlightenment.
Mass cue linear—
Yesterday yells
Like vile villainy!
I am found footage—
Forever oblivion—
Exposed negatives.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 20, 2025
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A powerful painting, you painted! Your poem explores themes of innocence lost, existential despair, and the fleeting nature of existence. The juxtaposition of childhood imagery with darker elements suggests a critique of societal norms and the loss of purity in a harsh world.
Friendship, thank you. I really appreciate your reading and the care you brought to it. I’m glad the poem delivered for you. 🖤📼🕯️🙏
Whether such footage is personal memory or that of others frames of memory bring up the past. Like exposed negatives have a totally opposite view of things where black is white and white is black. Well written my friend
Soren, I’m glad the idea of exposed negatives spoke to you. That inversion, where meaning flips and distorts, was something I wanted to leave unsettled rather than explained. Thanks for noticing it, my dear friend. 🖤📼🕯️🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
You found footage of P and Co? - it can never be published publicly! heehee. I don't fancy a bit of eczema!
Thank you Orchi 😂 if it were P and Co, it would definitely be sealed, classified, and marked “do not restore.” 😱 Found footage has limits…and skin conditions (and their glugging locations) are two of them. 😂 🖤📼🕯️🙏
This piece hits like a fever dream. It’s incredibly visceral—moving from the clinical coldness of "Innocence iced" to the raw, physical irritation of "Eczema enlightenment."
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