Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
in the liminal space
separating now from
then,
what has changed?
what has transpired in
us?
sinners succumb to sin
only when they cease
to see sin and
change.
when that change comes,
when it is delivered
deliberately
with honesty
and transparent
totality,
is it not then expected,
is it not absolutely
anticipated
that such change
will correct wrong
courses
and inspire honest,
and harrowing
truth-telling?
what, again, has changed,
what has transpired in
us,
that change wished for
becomes the impetus of
loathing?
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 17, 2026.
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Author:
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A well-written poem, with lots of questions. Your poem delves into themes of introspection, morality, and the struggle for personal growth. It poses rhetorical questions about the nature of change, sin, and the human experience; it's something I think we all struggle with!
Friendship, I’m really grateful you engaged this…those questions are ones we all carry whether we admit it or not, you are absolutely spot on about that. It’s a hard space, but an honest one. Appreciate you stepping into it with me, my friend. 🙏🌹🖤🕯️🐦⬛
An unchanging glug we hear.... lol.
Orchi… oh no…not the unchanging glug 😅 I thought we sealed that in a sacred vessel three poems ago. Now it’s leaking back into the timeline again. We’re in trouble, my friend. Do you hear that...sounds cult-like...chanting...nope... it's...
glug
O dear...it's glugging! Can we get Cthulu back, please? Anything but these gluggers! 🙏🌹🖤🕯️🐦⬛
There can be no sin without recognition. Ignorance has no sin. Yet in its knowing and the comparison between right and wrong is the loathing of controlling the desire and withholding its gratification. Nicely written in most poetic terms Tristan
Soren, I hear what you’re getting at…once recognition is there, everything shifts. It’s no longer distant, it’s personal…felt. That space between desire and restraint is where the real struggle lives. I appreciate you engaging it so directly, my friend. 🙏🌹🖤🕯️🐦⬛
You are most welcome my good friend
Incredibly well-versed, bitingly haunting. Brilliant write T
Abdullah, I really appreciate that…“bitingly haunting” is a perfect way to put it. Glad it resonated with you, my friend. 🪙🫱🏽🫲🏼🫥🙏
This lays it all out there with a punch. Tell me more. Is this about an individual wanting to change or some outside force pushing for change.
Extremely well written and thought provoking. Well penned!
Katie, I appreciate that…honestly, it’s both. And to broaden it a bit...It’s people, but it’s also the systems we build and live inside. They shape each other, push each other, and sometimes resist change together. I’m glad you stepped into that with me, my friend. 🪙🫱🏽🫲🏼🫥🙏
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