Death is Our Speed Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

Pattern, pattern,

How we love a pattern,

We could wrap it all up

And ship it to Saturn.

Build, colonize—

Further our agony—

Call it our survival

And spread our tyranny.

But why in space

Must we henceforth deface

Another floating rock

We’ll begin to erase?

Death is our speed

We are tripping on greed.

We ban reason and truth,

While toking those we bleed.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 13, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: July 13th, 2026 08:04
Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection. Rhymed syllabic quatrains.
Category: Unclassified
Views: 6
In collections: Truth, Applied.

Comments +

Comments2

sorenbarrett July 13th, 2026 08:41
So true it is Tristan we continue to expand and wish to colonize new frontiers when all we do is use up all the resources on the ones we inhabit. Well written my friend
orchidee July 13th, 2026 08:48
Good write T. Popeye's munching the planet now - hoping to find spinach?! lol.

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.