Thirty Seconds

Tristan Robert Lange


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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
I dreamed a dream
Where I entered a machine
And was t
                r
                a
                n
                sported to the
                                  sea,
 
A spot where it was
 
                Just me,
 
                A space
                Where I could just
 
                Be.
 
I was so very happy
Surreal, more than a dream.
It was a trip,
A sacred journey.
 
Time                                 was                                         no                                         thing.
 
Only this space and me,
A psychedelic symphony
Swaying in the breeze
Dancing sexy by the side of the salty sea.
 
I have to pee.
Wait...what?!
 
Oh I see.
It's only been thirty seconds
And I have yet to fall
 
Asleep.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 4, 2026.
 
Tittu
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2026 10:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 4
  • In collections: The Art of Being.
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    Yes, a Mr P. Solus takes 30 seconds to eat a can of spinach! lol.

  • 2781

    Did you kiss a toad?



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