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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Justice never seems to get carried out,
Even in moments where things seem clear.
Heaven knows this has been proven true,
Agonizingly so, in the annals of history.
Nothing new to say—we pass up vision,
Nix wisdom over silly details like age.
Eventually, folly is less forgiving.
Liberators used before discarded—
Annihilation of the voice we called for.
Peasants are no less than kings,
Underestimated as they may be.
Commissions become excommunications,
Elephants stampede hidden in plain sight,
Let us get what we want, praise then parse;
Let us send the lamb to its slaughter.
Eventually, we might see this is wrong.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 7, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. History is filled with people called upon when courage is needed, then condemned when conviction becomes inconvenient. This piece reflects on one such stray.
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Comments3
excellent write my friend
Joan of arc a name well know become a symbol of courage and spirituality that didn't end well. Well written my friend with nuances toward judgements made by power mongers and those that professed piety but whose eyes were set on worldly riches and domination. Well written and a fave
There’s a stern clarity here—like you’re naming the pattern without flinching from it.
Feels like a warning carved in stone… that we see it, and still choose it anyway.
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