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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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
going ahead without a plan
just to avoid the damn man—
 
you know who,
not the one serving flan—
 
i can feel the grog
walking through the fog
 
springing upon
marshmallow rocks,
 
a caramel breeze swirling by
oh dear!—oh my!
 
fudgey fishies in
a chocolatey phish-fudge sea,
 
must i ever leave this dream,
can we avoid the rift?
I’d rather drift—
 
the wolfman and his brother,
swimming along with my mother—
 
wait?—my mother? oh brother!
can I switch this for another?
 
Junta, please.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 13, 2026.
 
Tittu
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Online Online)
  • Published: June 13th, 2026 08:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection. Nothing at all against flan 😋, but are you a Phan like me? 😅 Phish Food™ please?
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • In collections: The Art of Being.


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