Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The mountain, seven stories high,
Hallowed and leagues deep—
Outraged at oblivion’s orbit.
Macabre is the world’s wicked window.
Action comes through contemplation,
Silence speaks through faithful fingers.
Moved souls transcend tethered trappings—
Evil shall not fall from amoral avoidance—
Refusal to confront relegates conscience.
Tyranny loves complacent conviction.
Open ontological observation reveals
Nullity is compliance with conformity.
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays series. This poem examines the quiet danger of inaction—how silence, when mistaken for neutrality, becomes its own form of complicity.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 22, 2026.
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Comments5
A deep dive into the interaction of action and nonaction in regard to values. Sometimes inaction places you on the other side. If you wish to remain loyal to your values action is required. Well said Tristan clever Acrostic
Soren, I really appreciate this…you framed it perfectly. That idea that inaction can place you on the other side is exactly the tension I was trying to hold. It’s not just about what we do…it’s what we allow. Grateful for your read, my friend. 🧠🟢🌌🙏
Always most welcome
Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated! 🧠🟢🌌🙏
Still spot on and long may it reign so 🖤🖤🐈⬛😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
Neville, I’m grateful, my dear friend. Always appreciate your reads and thoughts. 🧠🟢🌌🙏
Good write T. And so - browsing poems, and even to oblivion, we hear - we know it - that glugging sound! heehee. 🙂
Thank you, Orchi! Oh...we surely do! Will it ever stop? Actually...WCAT can also mean We CAN Answer That...and, as it turns out...the answer is NOPE. 🤣
We wish we could be oblivious to the sound, but we can't! lol.
The political cliché, which over the years I've heard more times than I care to count, "the silent majority" with it's connotations of virtue have had me shouting and climbing up walls...
You've cracked that one, Tristan.
Dave, I really appreciate this…you named it exactly. That “silent majority” idea carrying a kind of assumed virtue has always rubbed me the wrong way...and you know me, I don't mind rubbing back. Glad it resonated, my friend. 🧠🟢🌌🙏
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