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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Mother Mary heard us,
Another answer to prayer.
Resurrection comes today;
Yesterday’s pleasure is pain.
Outcast, othered—smothered
From our own seduction—
Exiled by our own
Guilt, deep and profound.
Yesterday is a vanished today.
Posthumously, powers position
Themselves as our beneficiary.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 12, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem reflects on repentance, exile, and the strange irony that those once cast aside are often embraced only after their witness can no longer unsettle the powers that claim them.
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