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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
ten, nine, eight,
i hope this works,
i cannot wait.
seven, six, five
where’s my breath,
where’s...my...alive.
four, three, two
another ascent to death
wheeze like glue
one, one, one
one, one
one
bone? gone? done?
hone? lone?
none?
run.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 18, 2026.
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A powerful statement. Your poem revolves around the themes of anxiety, existential dread, and the confrontation with mortality. The countdown format suggests a sense of urgency and impending doom, while the expressions of breathlessness and the quest for life emphasize a struggle against despair. Yet your poem captures the tension between life and death, ultimately conveying feelings of isolation and the inevitability of fate. So strong in feelings
Friendship, thank you so much, my friend. 🙏 You definitely picked up on the anxiety and urgency running through it. For me, it was very much about that feeling of counting down while hoping the next breath actually arrives. Much appreciated. 🫁🖤🌀🙏
Sounds like the countdown to Popeye opening yet another can of spinach! lol.
Orchi, haha! 🤣 The best part is that Popeye never seems to panic during the countdown. The man knows the spinach is coming. Meanwhile, the rest of us are over here wheezing, gagging, and questioning reality. 🫁🖤🌀🙏
What ARE the deep- o r shallow - meanings concerning Popeye in this poem? Any references to knitting and sabre wielding too? We dunno. We ask WCAT, which never tells us anything lol.
This has several aspects to it wordplay and tension that comes in a countdown. I hope this was not a fuse Tristan. Well written my friend.
Soren, thank you, my friend. 🙏 You caught two of the big things I was hoping would come through…the wordplay and the growing tension of the countdown itself. And haha…no fuse, though I suspect a few readers may have wondered the same thing before reaching the end. Much appreciated. 🫁🖤🌀🙏
Always a pleasure Tristan
Chilling in the mind and beneath the heart.
Arqios, thank you, my friend. 🙏 That is exactly where I hoped it would land…not just in the head as an idea, but deeper down where anxiety tends to make its home. Much appreciated. 🫁🖤🌀🙏
Could be one second, one year, or 2040, or 2046, or an Exodus, there`s no telling!
"Another ascent to death!" Transcen-
-dent writing, Tristan!
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