The vortex opens—
Its pull is antigravity—
There is no escape
From earth any other way.
No escape
From this demandscape—
Let the heavens take shape
As my halo hurts into horns.
This is no escape—
The vortex is voracious
As it is veracious.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 22, 2026.
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Good becomes evil we see it every day and what I was taught as virtuous American history I find repulsive today. The halo becomes horns. A wonderful write Tristan with such a good metaphor. Witch burning was once deemed righteous, stoning for blasphemy, Adams and Jefferson would have been hung for treason if they had lost. And today what yesterday was a joke today is politically incorrect and people are fired for it.
Paul, I must say that it is a very powerful poem. I had to read it a couple of times because you were sending a direct message, yet it was confusing at first, but I think I got it. Not sure yet, but let me know. Have a great day, my friend. Your poem grapples with themes of gravity—both literal and metaphorical—using the concept of a vortex to symbolize forces that draw individuals in, reflecting the struggle between aspiration and obligation. The imagery of a halo turning into horns further conveys the complexity of identity, hinting at the duality of purity and corruption.
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